God save poetry,
the mother of all arts,
the beginning of all mastery,
it shines in our hearts.
Poetry is my muse,
It leads me peacefully
but when It leaves me with amuse
It strikes me gracefully.
God save poetry,
the mother of all arts,
the beginning of all mastery,
it shines in our hearts.
Poetry is my muse,
It leads me peacefully
but when It leaves me with amuse
It strikes me gracefully.