Every seasoned word was rich and dream- like. Each one
Added layer upon layer of Time's golden
Leaves to the meaning of a poetry that was
So simple, yet simultaneously complex.
The detail in his design was needle sharp, as
Sunlight, in summer's radiant peak. He was vexed
By needless poverty and war. Fiery visions
Roared across his life and served his noble mission.
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