Poets

by Vibiesh

We are poets,
We have some words,
They are our pets,
They sing like birds.

Books are our garden,
And the pen a magician-
Who brings out the illusion,
From our romantic den.

We touch the soul,
Of all who dreams.
We cool the burning coal,
Of the inner screams.

We have no death,
For we live in your heart.
We bring romance,
In this world's art,
For we are the fragrance,
Of your silent breath.