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A poet with a mind is like a bottle of wine Throughout time, the words flow and shine They have a way with words like the wave and a bird They speak in a tone so divine Firey desires, amber hopes Fill the voids that grow deeper If the sun is the God, His light is a rope, then the torch is the sentient seeker Seek knowledge, treasure, and power Be Godly in essence, a tower When you plant the seeds of prosperity you end on the tip of a flower |