In the name of the father, the son, and every poet who dares to utter her name,
Her name softly whispers from ear to ear.
No one dares boldly say her name
Her eyes dark like a fading star
She exudes poetic elegance,
Her silence wave of colossal storms
She seems to be a memory wrapped in folklore.
Please, what is her name? I'm eager to know
All eyes look at one another, unwilling to risk her wrath
I said
"She's a poetic fire igniting the hearts of the poets."

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