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"The poet became"

(POEM concatenated)
"The poet became"
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A god said in the dark night, the poet, poet
walking between the lines and flowers.

Flowers do not bloom without roots or perfume, perfume
a bouquet of lilies, her beauty reached.

reaches a rebirth in the roses and his pen, pen with heart
sky, reflected in his poem. Poem

thoughts and mind is his inspiration,
inspiration that flows from inside your soul. Alma

singing, being drawn in gold ink lines,
love poems, his muses are singing in the air. Singing

words with his pen amber and white clouds, white
are the nights, then love is a poet and poetry. ***

author Lola. BB
Written with love,
this poem I want to dedicate to our friend, AMBER
BLOG THOUGHTS ON AMBER ,
http://ambaringles.blogspot.com/