The Poet

By Maeve Clinger, TIWP Student

he speaks with wisdom

words flow out of him like a waterfall

people either stare in awe or slight fear

he dreams of castles, and love and light

but he also dreams of danger, and tears, and dark.

he speaks of truth and lies, oceans and mountains, whispers after lights out.

his arms move when he talks, like they are subconsciously connected

his eyes hold secrets and mystery and rays of light filtering through a cage

he is either a madman,

or a poet.

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