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[aid] => mick
[title] => The Poet
[time] => 2003-12-18 02:51:53
[hometext] => Dedicated to a poet...
[bodytext] => He starts to walk at 6am in the morning Reaches a green park where he can breathe Some birds’ quarrel reminds him about nature He loves it; he comes here to stay with this beauty After some careless moments he becomes absentminded Got a clue to put down on a white paper from mind He smiles a little and his hand goes fast, and his mind Running through here and there, everywhere of this nature Sudden artificial noise breaks the mind, he returns in this land Some young people talk about their private life, their first impressions He dives into his work again, looks for some rhythm around the nature The sun comes over him, peers on the white paper through the green leaves A depressed person looks for some lights inside the park, inside the nature And at last sits beside him, presents a dead look, smiles from the deep dark “What are you doing?” he asks with his expressionless eyes like a day-blind person “I’m a poet,” he replies, feels shy and his face supports his strange feeling, turns red “Really?” he responds, easy to understand observing the face that he is annoyed The stranger stands up and starts to step, he doesn’t want to be in a darker place Poet? It is they who are lazy, who have nothing to do, who are just the burdens The poet observes his steps, looks to the sun; it’s twilight, time to face the dark world. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 211 [topic] => 21 [informant] => TearS [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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