by ElliotPhaber

Created on: April 03, 2010

Give me an inspiration and I will inspire a nation.

The trees sway in the wind and I pay the price.

I buy a golden moment for a great summer sonnet.

I plea for a magnificent sight and a benevolent sestina pops up.

Poetry itself inspires me to be, to be a wildfire.

I write these words with joy - an ode to when I was a boy.

When magicians did their tricks, I played with sticks.

The past blends into the present to create the future,

And I move fast with no resentment to permeate those that I admire.

Inspiration inspires the inspired;

I try to inspire the inspiration of those inspired.

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