You know,
Poetry distills a Perfume,
Called Fantasy,
That consoles,
That makes you free,
And there is Love in poetry,
A warm breeze of Fraternity,
That embraces your Soul,
And keeps you company.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Poetry provides much needed outlet for one who can use some imagination. Nicely said in the poem. Thank you.