O, art of verse, you're my life's core,
Through flowing ink, I sail from shore
To touch the depth and to explore.
Every stanza, my treasured score,
In every line, sense I adore.
The keen readers of this great art
Do understand and play their part.
It is a bridge to every heart,
In each reading, their minds start
To silence woes that tear apart.
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(Pasion)
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