In this modern world Exchange Peace of of mind For economic gains Left to wander unruly Forfeit Beauty For efficiency Such a modern concept To isolate To mutually exclude We wonder Why we wander Want for more In this modern day To live Devoid of aesthetic To believe Such an exquisite existence Getting by Unknown deprived The dancing whisper Sighing, suspiring There must be more Only need see The Victorian lamppost Baroque candelabra Medieval torch Seclude practical from high

As Poets There is a pressure (Tis an honor, but a pressure none-the-less) To examine, give light to The hidden unexpressed We experience And express For you to experience And express The most intimate of observations And details closest to our chests We offer you Stanza and rhymed creation For you to embrace Or negate evocation At times, a Poet faces writer’s block Let’s call it Poet’s Void This is when word and rhyme In a Poet’s pen devoid This is an inner voice ailment Feel

You’re like rain Summer rain Don’t you know You’re always on my mind You’re like rain Summer rain The very best In life I can find It’s true Oh you Oh lovely you Once I knew Summer rain I’d never be the same Again No no You’re snow You’re winter snow Don’t you know You’re the best of all time Winter snow Wherever you go I’ll be close behind Winter snow Who needs the sun When you snowflake icicle shine Winter snow I’m not freezing though Because you are mine I don’t need spr

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