Streams that flow in ink and out
Rampant emotions to wilt yet sprout
The ode to being the root for change
In a world buried, so deadly estrange.
In every thought a revolution strikes
Blossoms of love, peace and earnest likes
Hideous thoughts to wear a subtle skin
In triumph, with words of her kin.
For the great spoke, the mighty wrote
Words through which, lines did rule
Skies did descend, the terra did float
As visions grew wings; the pen: the tool.
The blue turned green, the green to white
The reason beyond all naked sight
To be born so strong, to change and see
To shun the wrong; to be and Let Be…
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On World Poetry Day,
March 21 2012
Rosmin Elsa Mohan
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-toast-to-poetry-2/
