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The poet has a greenish mind
He knows what is life of man
If he makes a group of words
It will be liked by many minds.
He is like a working man
Sun, moon, valley, greenish things
All have come and gone in sense
They will make a nice thing
That will give you joy, my man
I like it man, that is "poem"
It should give you what you like.
That is food for sense of man
It will give you happy mood
That will cause a happy life.
Have you read this sad man's thoughts?
Have you seen the thoughts of his mind?
That is you know we call "poem"
Do you know this sad man's name?
He is called "bard" my man. |
