The day blossoms like a flower
As I sat on a rooftop
I see all and I see nothing
What I lack are not eyes that sees
But the words to make you feel
The world as it is a dream
“I am not yet awake!” yells the poet in me.
I dance with books in my hands
My life is in pages
Find my ghost at the sound of a trumpet
I am a poet.
Wonderful poem!
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