because no matter how high their souls, they still surrounded with tears.
The poet is a blend of joy and sorrow and astonishment,
The poet is a blend of joy and sorrow and astonishment,
with a little dictionary.
The poet is not an enthroned king,
The poet is not an enthroned king,
who sat in the ashes of his palace and tried to build a fantasy rather than ash.
The poet is a bird that carries the magic.
The poet is a bird that carries the magic.
He fled from the kingdom of heaven
and arrived in this world to chrip with a shaking melodious voice.
If we do not understand it with love in heart,
he will return to flap its wings and then fly back to their home.
-Kahlil Gibran
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