Like gossamer, so delicate,

And woven with such mastery

Of craft, and guile so intricate,

Expanding so exquisitely;

The fragments deftly intertwine,

Each stanza building, line by line.

 

Like candlelight, so intimate,

Illuminating elegance,

The wax and wane is temperate

And oozing soothing eloquence;

In synchrony the flame will rage

With passion spilling on the page.

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Like eiderdown, so opulent

And comforting, where troubles cease,

Inducing noble sentiment,

Inspiring dreams and inner peace:

Mellifluous, yet sentient,

The poet’s art is eminent.

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