Torch of Poetry
What is it that keeps me up these odd hours of the night?
Is it the way I love to watch the stars in their black bed?
Or the way I feel, like I am the only one awake in the world?
I was reading some of your poetry
It caught me by surprise
I guess the first time I read it I did not realize
How enchanting your words are
Your mind filled with the deep insights and painful memories
That love to lend themselves to paper
Are now wonderfully invading my mind
Filling it with the emotions of your soul
Your hod a sacred power of finding order in a chaos of words
You, being my inspiration to start writing my own enchanting words,
Have passed down something only given to a few
You have enabled me to pass along the torch of poetry
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