In the land of poets, I play with words.
In the land of poets, I bring joy to gifts.
Like a pin-up would walk,
Such are the steps of the poet.
The madness of ideas is ingrained in their heads.
Spectators who eat away their wet thoughts of this spectacle that the shadow poet respects.
When in his little shoes, he finds himself.
Just in the land of poets, he has an ally and he is understood.
Who am I with? Is it not the soul, the spirit, the ink and my papers. Within which, I become the poet of the shadow which reacts.
At the same time when this poet leaves the orders becoming a rare bird in the part of his poetic journey, the shadow poets rejoice.
Poet, art is the other shadow of your life that you want to brighten up.
A shadow poet in a land of poets, he spreads like a river of money and gives himself golden clauses every day of his life.
This poet who is in the shadows, delights me from one day to the next.
And here he transforms reality into moving sentences every time he touches his pen to create a well-cooked piece for me.
Poetry runs through your veins Poets.
''Don't give up'' because your words soften our hearts when they are bruised and even when they are not.
Shadow poet in the land of poets.
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