Le Poète Rêve

He dreams;
Resting in an arm-chair
With his imaginations in clouds of pride
He dreams, he dreams,
About the world, glorifying it with wordy-spice to hide
E'en if its problems, he prays ne'er to bear
He dreams.

I dream,
About pleasing the hearts of men
And those who despise poetry with passion
I dream, maybe I dream,
To feel hatred with compassion
And to fall in love with the loveliest of all women
I dream.

We dream,
About what will be not
Like wishing we stood on the podium as God
We dream, foolishly, we dream,

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poem by Justin Okwarachukwu
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