A/N: Please, I hope that everyone enjoys this sort-of poem of mine. Though it is not written as well as I would have liked, the message is one to carry with you...

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Describe a poet?

Listen to the sound of the pure, soft moonlight. Hear its heartbeat as it laps over a cool, pebbly shore.

Cup your hands...

Allow the scent of the ocean water to flow through your fingers, to slip over and away, like the sands of time itself. And, the single small pink petal...which has braved its lonesome journey across the salty waters-let its scent softly pad your body with warmth.

Your eyes are now the sky...

Look through the stars to the earth below-see the flower chains of people. Embrace them with your gaze. A single glare could send a hurricane...so be soft and gentle in every way possible.

Nourish like a mother...

These are your children, feed them from your breasts. Can you feel each of their minds? The images which flow through them-can you taste the pictures their minds create?

That thought which tickles you?

The tinkle of faery laughter, possibly? Where imagination grows on a kelly-green steam, in a fantasy garden of the heart?

Lie upon the plush grass...

Sleep... This is where you will find true love.

Now, describe that love.

Only then-only once you have heard the moonlight's heartbeat, seen through the sky, tasted a painting, felt a rose's scent, and commanded the flowers.... Only once you have accurately described true love...

Only then can you even come close to describing a poet.