Words unfolding, thoughts traversing the heavens, Fashioned into flight until wings Come to rest upon a poets heart
To beckon truth, weave compassion into every page So others too may bear witness to that Which alights the quill and more!Read between the lines, behind the words he asks
there poetry resides! It takes him by heart and hand to heighten, deepen us to eternity. From there it proceeds and to there it returns, Passing through the wonders of creation itself! The poet is born from such realms. Sensing home far beyond any known firmament, near to his heart as the hallowed word can penetrate. Unfolding, here the infinite summons the poets timeless journey
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