when sadness departs, then I will know
that verses are done
the fading
the parched throat
perpetuated
the eyes low in humility
I know that the power of the Poet Seer
no longer's mine
tremble my feet when I erect to sing
and
come hoarse notes occasional
from hoarse throat.
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