Blessed are the poets
who read more and write less!
burn up nights in passion's flame
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Outstanding words, I love it when poetry speaks of itself in the third person, Great poem my friend.
With each read word ingested, the seed of new knowledge planted, that it fresh, and blooms again...the beautiful evolution that sprouts poetry...such the glorious garden. A sweet write whose fragrances long linger with me. PEACE