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Dragon & Fairy In Poetry

Under fire-pouring tole roofs–filled with inspirational
core;
Though the draft was dirty, the verse should be
splendid
Repaying my muse’s boon after years to abyss
descended.

I used to be rapt in poetry even at the market stand
Only awakened when customers called for certain
brand;
I gave my wife a hand some five hours in the daytime,
Supporting a horde of children–hence pages of my
rhyme.

Now, here abroad I used to do so while on the work
site:
One hand parts to assemble, another scrabble to write.
The leader asked? “Noting... expenditure, total
owned!”
The supervisor laughed: “Hello, poet!” and...
condoned!

I have leaned on my pen entering life with a heart clear
– Poetry joins humans’ souls, friends far and near –
Silurids through old times from the bottom of mud
Managed to emerge, then have won their calm life-
blood.

Pages of poetry continue to increase, multiply every
day
Germinating faith, carrying sadness and misfortune
away.
Used to submitting myself to fate I have nothing to
regret;
Accustomed to utmost bane, such bit of adversity – no
sweat!

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