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I am a Poet

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Mrs-Freestar-Bul

Published: Apr 10, 2012

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You ask me who I am , where did I come from
I say: I am a poet, I was born out of the blazing silk of my words
My heart is an eternal rebel, since the dawn of creation
I'm the master of my own words, the keeper of God's secret

I'm the story of that rose shivering on the freezing hill
I live in that oasis of light, in a world beyond your world
The stars stare at my hopes, and hell trembles between my fingers
The night dreads my pain, the morning sleeps on my pillow
I create my words from the tissue of my veins
I weave the images from the feather of my eyelids
I wash my sins away, when I repent between the lines

My words move slowly between your palms, climb to your soul
To hug that poet, who sleeps between the chambers of your heart
When the world is mud, thorns and empty substance
I create my own, where the ground is basil and the walls are none

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This poem is for my dear friend *lostravencrow

For every poet out there, who feels that the world is smaller than his heart. For the poet who talks in metaphor and images. For those who try to make the world more beautiful.
For those beautiful poets here on DeviantArt, that nobody knows about them.

love you all