A poet understands
that men are free
a sight beyond the sanity

A poet is able to vision
The hues of the swirling clouds
the blooming daffodils

A poet is able to feel true love
Touch the core of the soul
Give their love and all

To poet is able to stew the beauty
To fill words on the blank walls
and paint the world with truth

A poet's brush is not tarnished
It preaches under the stars in the night
Though they hear, they are deaf

The poets words are so exquisite
A belong in a world that is absent
Crashed and broken on merged seas