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"True Experience of a Poet"

I glimpse at the light of a fresh morning
This heart of mine alert with feeling; I stay still
Like hieroglyphics, the sunlight scribes a message upon garden's stones
Imagery influences notable metaphors
I'm lost for words

Simply, this sunrise sermon grows into series of sentences
There is a short prayer brought by a lovely symbol
I admire the dove and ask, why can't my wings soar like yours?
Every time you disappear from my gates I wonder,
Why are you aloft when I set grounded on familiar sod?

With each rendering overflowing an analogy copies spirit
Yet, I may be wrong for the orange and gold can escort focus to a daze
And the fig tree knows one objective; still carries distinct adjectives
This alliance in eloquence clearly appreciates my heart
Though guarded today, I feel better as repeatedly, streams trickle

By chosen degrees this trust gets better from salutation's persuasion
To successive graphic poetry of God, as if a cherished proof of fact aims
I eagerly search matter; element's syllabus with doubtless control;
spiritually accentuate tangible and substantial silhouettes in mine own adaptation
I think from this morning's journey I will keep a record of this marvelous miracle

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