No one knows why the poet cry
How could they
The world has never seen a bird cry
Poets cry anyway
Long stream; high tides
The tears of a poet forms a line
In every stanza a nightingale delivers

The tears of a poet is a liquid rhyme
They flow freely with Iambic meter
Like sonnet in the theatre;
Like good in a channel of plenty

A poet is a prophet of art
Art is nature
The tears of a poet is a mass of intellectual vapour
Floating on his mind

The price of a poet is service
His pride; humility, his tears; respect
For poetry is service, humility, respect

Matthias Pantaleon

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