The life of a poet
Poetry is the way people speak when they don't have a voice
It's our best choice.
It's the way we just happen to be,
Sometimes it's the only way we flee.
To flee the world, to give us a burst,
A thought, imagination to paint for the rest of the nursed.
This is our way of thought, this is our chance
this gives poets their stance.
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