What raison d'être
You fondle my harp
When reason sleeps
You heave a silent paw
May you blight
Staining my beat
Boundless yet, I keep the journey safe
Pruning my solitary heart
What justification
You validate to my stay;
Does not stars winkle
As you crave my way
May you amplify
Obscuring my wail
Colourful yet, I paint plume of life
Never carping my end
What somber thoughts
You enliven my heart
As I cry, inadvertently
You come by my ocean of tears
O, Poets!
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