Poets are like..
Quiet gentle breeze, until
They are kindled into a
Raging storm; bursting volcano
Sweeping tsunami; Pouncing tiger
Instill terror and awe with
Their power and magnitude
And yet beautiful to watch
From afar – or else engulf
Everything that crosses
Their royal path
Apr 26, 2015
Apr 26, 2015 at 12:05 AM UTC
Poets are like..
Quiet gentle breeze, until
They are kindled into a
Raging storm; bursting volcano
Sweeping tsunami; Pouncing tiger
Instill terror and awe with
Their power and magnitude
And yet beautiful to watch
From afar – or else engulf
Everything that crosses
Their royal path
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