The Poet’s Fortune

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The poet’s heart

Is a vast treasury

To outsiders eyes

 

But inwards the poet

Will only ever see;

– An empty cavern

– A desolate island

– A prison cell

 

It’s one of life’s mysteries

The poet seeks relevance & renown

And yet escapes to isolation

 

One can only hope

You never meet a poet

For they are rich souls

With empty mouths

 

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