Tell the tale of the poet young,
Whose words pierce memories once buried,
While is pain is nothing but strong
Akin to the sorrow keeping the story teller worried.
Tell of a smile screening from humanity
Wound too deep to voice out loud,
Invading the Teller's night with clarity
With words of silence that life chose to shroud.
Tell a tale of beauty blind and bright,
Through language yet to be spoken,
A heart of gold aching with all it's might,
Keeping the Teller forever smitten.
MCN: CLAXP-C4L4Q-18BPS
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