What sympathy could find;
the lost,
the forgotten,
inside the whirling mind;
the host,
the begotten,
questions unrefined;
the cost,
the forbidden,
pleasures for the blind;
the hopes,
the fore-written.
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Poetry is a sense-blossoming flower that never wilts.
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What sympathy could find;
the lost,
the forgotten,
inside the whirling mind;
the host,
the begotten,
questions unrefined;
the cost,
the forbidden,
pleasures for the blind;
the hopes,
the fore-written.