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"I came to pen another poem for you, but even every unwritten poem is you."
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"A poet often lives in an enchanted land where he sees things not with his eyes but with his feelings."

"Sometimes poets expect me to think far deeper than I'm willing to dig."

"He cleared his throat and held up one hand dramatically."Green grass breaks through snow. Artemis pleads for my help. He grinned at us, waiting for applause. "That last line was four syllables. Artemis said. Apollo frowned. "Was it? "No, no, that's six syllable, hhhm. He started muttering to himself. That's five syllables! He bowed, looking very pleased with himself."

"Poetry is the revelation of a feeling that the poet believes to be interior and personal which the reader recognizes as his own."

"Don't you just love poetry that gives you a crinkly feeling up and down your back?"

"It is the best of all trades, to make songs, and the second best to sing them."

"Only a seer or a lover would know that I'm making a jewelry of words for you -drawn from your essence -to flash and burn with your fire -so you can bedazzle with your own light ..."
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"The guilt you felt when you were smiling and others were suffering, the guilt you felt when you were petty with friends and impatient with your parents, when you were rude to your teachers and didn't stand up for strangers, that guilt is marvellous. It proves that you are human, that you want to be better. Thank this guilt for teaching you, for making you aware. And now endeavour to better yourself. It is a lifelong work to become the person we want to be."

"Happiness is exercising the little freedom that we have by choosing things that create harmony in our lives."

"For what was it about books that once finished left the reader in a bit of a haze and made them reread the last few sentences in order to continue the ringing in their hearts a while longer, so as not to let the silence illumine the fact that reading, they had gained something - distance, a lesson, a companion, a new world - but now, after the last full stop, they had lost something palpable and felt a little emptier than before."

"My dear, please be careful.You no longer live only for yourself.You live for me as well."

"Gone are the summer daysand my mind along with them.No longer will I indulgein hopes of getting you back.It is hope that makes these chains heavierand autumnal nights longer.I will merely serve as a memory to you:the lover that recited love poems.I must go nowand I urge you not to look back."
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