| We are all poets, |
| Everyone who sees, |
| Who feels, |
| Who touches others. |
| But most are silent poets, |
| Keeping to themselves, |
| The joy and pain |
| They see and feel. |
| Afraid to share, |
| Afraid to seem, |
| (filler) |
|
| Afraid to be |
| (Dast I pun) |
| Or not to be, |
| A poet aloud, |
| A poet abroad. |
| Yet silent poets |
| Weave their work |
| In the fabrics of |
| The lives they nurture. |
| The beauty of their work |
| Is seen by those they love. |
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