Poetry works in mysterious ways...
But the ways of the poet do not.
Simple or not,
They are calculated.
Here I am, wondering
Whether poets design their world
As I do mine.
Here the fact remains mysterious,
As they perfect their craft,
And I do not.
Mysterious it remains,
For designs work only within the mind.
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Rainefalls
Saad El-Asha
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