5/22/2018 0 Comments I met a poet by XzarrinaI met a poet In my dreams He sat beside me on a bench, Right under the tall oak trees. He had the crisp smell of newness That sweetened the night He shined with such clarity like the moon And his eyes like stars that twinkled so bright. He was the serene silence
After the roaring of an angry storm, With his gentle and subtle whispers That made me feel so warm. “Never fall in love with a poet,” I said. For every words they choose and every word they tell Lies a little heaven and a little bit of hell. “Never fall in love with a poet,” I said. Unless you’re prepared to share their pain To hold them close on their darkest nights Over and over again.
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