Ars Poetica
Night sheds her gown for good and stays
Pen shapes her secret face and ways
Divines the sound of sacred sigh.
Poems are wings that pine to fly
Poets are eyes who dream to dry.
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Tuesday, September 4, 2007
Ars Poetica
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