An Unreal World
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Poets, dream,
Thru Poetry,
An Unreal World,
Idolatry,
Greek gods, Olympus,
Scrutinized,
They travel freely,
Thru the skies.
The World is blue,
The Sky is Grey,
I see your shadow anyway,
Illusions that provoke a thrill,
A poet's mind is never still.
A Poet is a creature strange,
Sometimes all there,
Sometimes deranged
Imagining the weirdest things,
As if the mind had purple wings,
Trying to reach across the way,
Wanting to say more than we say,
With dreams so deep, that reach so far,
Probably, written on a Star.
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