Poet
Words are stitched
Craftily together tight
To a lei like the flower
Grand and gorgeous
On the smooth white paper
Like pure diamonds
They shine and glitter
With a sword of logic
He sits on a stallion
Rolls like a gust of wind
With the sound of music
He tills the soil
And celebrate the mind
I see with an open eye
While down on the dust
How does the storm
Sweep and clean
The dots and dirt
A tonic, a medicine
I get stand up along with all
Cracked and fallen heart.
poem by Abdul Wahab
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