The words of a poet do not flow from the poet's pen nor from the ink in it.
Neither do they flow from the lips of the poet or the breath gently
finding its way through them.
Nay, the words of a poet flow from the heart and from the soul, from the
deepest reaches therein right up to the point of overflow.
The words of a poet are the stuff that dreams are made of.
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