Poets laboring both day and night

Bristling verses a moment’s delight

 

Lovers of illusion, courting dreams

Content with hope filling reams

 

A barrage of colors drawn from tears

Images of pain and bottled fears

 

Laid in a platter nice and neat

For those who just like it sweet

 

Waiting for a day when rocks will melt

When shadows are seen and silence felt

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