Books are worlds
Within themselves
A universe can be held
On wooden shelves.
Poems are music
In the air
The ageless dreams
Of those who care.
A Poet's Garden He has a private garden
No one is allowed to see.
Here where he plants his dreams
And grows pure fantasy.
Robert L. Laumeyer
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