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Why Do Poets Ponder?
Why do poets ponder
The birds of the air...
For their beauty, their freedom, their song?
Why do they find peace in asking
Questions that begin with why?
Why are they so willing to share
The inner most part of their soul,
Hidden in symbolic mazes
With hedges high?
I guess what I'm really asking
Is why do I?
Monday 25th November 2024 12:30 am
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