Poets like seasonal flowers
wander, float, smile,
and talk about despair.
Here is just a beautiful place
where I can bloom.
Here is just a vibrant place
where I can be alive.
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Poets like seasonal moons
soar, flutter, cry,
and talk about love.
Here is just a beautiful place
where I can exist.
Here is just a sonorous place
where I can breathe.