WE ARE

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WE ARE

I speak to us
the few and forgotten
poets of love and life
words of satire or wisdom
thoughts of good at times evil
actions to help or mire
and most of all
to start the fire

we are the tounge that seeks
the mind which dreams
the hand that speaks

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Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

lefteris’s Poems (22)

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