Let us go then to some place,
Faraway in its embrace,
As we sit by the sombre weir,
Don't ask about how far is it or near,
Let us feel the welkin waves,
Floating through our heart's caves,
And don't you sigh and complain,
Tis' not a sight as plain,
Let us then lose our psyche's pain,
Like the mystic mist on the fronds lain,
O ye it is all that we need,
Don't fret or you'll be thrown away in the lead,
Let us go then to some place,
Faraway and serene its embrace.
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Poets Pub - 2019 Poet of the Year Contest
PoetryHello and Welcome to the Poets Pub's 2019 Poet of the Year contest. This is our annual contest, reserved for those who have qualified to participate. We encourage all to join in, in celebrating these worthy competitors.
