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Phase of restlessness

A phase of restlessness, In a creative realm. A wave, when shared, or The forgotten wealth? Though there is a whisper, Shouting loud, A new pleasure arises, Exists! The new wind, Cries with a positive tear. The return of the stanza, A new refrain is near!

Silence golden? Nay, say, the lost and turbulent word, nor the sweet smile, when the compliment falls. Nay, never will the lips, Remain still when I seek, Find the moment to give. Only the silent knave, Would weigh the moment, Remain closed to the joyous, And grandiose stanza of joy.

the Poesy

Has the poesy lost its way, dredged, or purposely forgotten. Are the mental enlightments of a short stanza, which creates a dream with chosen words ceased? Questions of a wealth that can exist, when shared. - 7C

The poesy

Has the poesy lost its way, dredged, or purposely forgotten. Are the mental enlightments of a short stanza, which creates a dream with chosen words ceased? Questions of a wealth that can exist, when shared. - 7C