The poet's lair is a secret kingdom
Springing out from misty breeze of a cloudy day;
A staircase of freedom
Taking shape from words dropped by everyday...
The words becom lyrics, the lyrics become proses,
Proses become poems and poems become stories;
Words scented with morning dew and wild roses,
Words stilling down minutes, days and memories...
The Poet's Lair welcomes you
With the musty fragrance of falling rain,
The laughter of children that becomes You
In those times of revival after days of pain...
Tangled up in the Poet's Lair lies rainbows of coloured pen
Sand coloured papers and autumn leaves,
Until the Poet's Lair becomes the quiet land
Where the poet can finally be himself and breathe....
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