He seems to be a poet,
His deathless mind endlessly flaps,
The unimpeded soar of a hawk,
The flow of the nomadic stream.
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If one can look at a hing just like a hawk, from above that will capture enormously varying different hings. A poet does it using poetic eye. Hawk does it naturally. Naturally, hawk too can become a poet. Nice theme. Thanks for sharing. X
Wow! ! This is a great piece of poetry, all the things that make up a true poet, he inks vermillion...such a great poem my friend!
Beautiful depiction of the essence of poetry and the ingenuity of the poet, insightfully brought forth in good diction with conviction. A lovely poem indeed.