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The Web Poetry Corner - Dina Dinsmoor - The Poet

The Poet

by

Dina Dinsmoor

The poet sleeps
on not a summers day
The poet lives
until a winter wake

Cursed with a gift
that angels do not give
To ask ourselves
just why it is we live

With words we fly
above the deepest care
Then to crash down
upon the upper air

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