I am but only a poet,
Half, may be at best
The better half stays silent
And inspires itself.
This one, lives in fragments
So a fragment is all you get;
A fragment of a poet,
Detached from the rest.
The winds shall pass, the sea shall sing The birds will feather, the ink will hide. Yet the song must live on - The one song that the songb...
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