A poet in simple clothes, you could pass him right by
without a second glance, and never think twice
but if he opened his mouth and began reciting rhyme
It’d stop you in your track, time after time
Whether on a street corner, or some place more refined
He’d pour out his soul, line after line
He’d rhyme of sweet Love, and beauty that shines
and so many other things that dance in his mind
By: J.N.R Dutton
A refreshing view of a poet, beautifully rhymed! 🙂
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