He is a dreamer, he’s a poet,
The singer of the truth unproved,
He’s a creator as we call it,
He writes the rhymes, inspired, solid
About ways he has past through.
And one thing links him to the heaven,
The only chain that we can call
The perfect muse, and she is telling
Enlightened route. He always has it,
But always free, and free in all.
And let the centuries are running
And flying year to year away,
But rhymes will always be incoming,
They will be beautiful and charming:
He’ll write the poems day by day.
And one more fact I know exactly:
The only poet will be bright,
Who lived this life, who loved and hated,
And also constantly created
The art, eternal as the light
Creator, dreamer
© Copyright: Борознин Павел, 2007
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