When the Poet's soul is moved,
Nothing can stop it!
It gushes forth,
Obedient, to no rule,
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Yes, you are very right. When soul of poet moves, poetry flows continuously. Undefined force defines love. Wonderful poem is brilliantly presented. Yes, love does it silently....10
Sandra, we must stop to think with your ink. A poem that puts us on our toes. Pirouetting inside, we cannot deny that there is a mystery in the flow of creative poetry. Well penned. ++10
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