And a glass full of hope
Even beyond the knowledge
I bow before the swelter
Paid for creation
Heresy of words
Embracing my mind
In the workshops of my head
Epithets are seeking the nest
Sometimes drinking the nectar of the metaphors
Make love to the muses
Then spreading their echo
In the universe
You know
There's no greater happiness
Then that of the lips kissing
Each heartbeat
Of this living poem
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