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How a poem was made this is a story written in the form of poem
How a Poem was Made Composing a poem is a mysterious thing. A lesser poet or the greatest one do the same thing, Always having a strange way in making and creating Experiencing directly or just referring and quoting. The greatest man of cloud did the similar thing, After in Eusemere eating and in the lake walking The notes of a threatening and misty morning Becoming the way for recalling and remembering. Then two years later a beautiful poem was appearing Talking about the flowers fluttering and dancing Stretching never ending with the heads tossing Under the breeze sprouting the gay sparkling. It is said that among the ploughing and the breathing The lake was waving and the wind was howling, Beyond the Gowbarrow Park the flowers are marching Showing how this colony flirting and seducing. Among the mossy stones they are growing, resting, Sleeping, dancing, smiling, tossing, and marching. The fiery storms winding and the giant waves roaring But never they disturbing nor damaging causing. The raining is coming, the Luff under the reaching, It is time for resting, putting the whole thing On the note making for the future referencing Then the amazing lines sprouting and emerging! Yes … the swaying and amazing lines are waiting Dancing and tossing through the path of travelling Whispering the hope of light full of promising Bridging and answering the human eternal longing!
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