The rock you are called
O hear this
For mother nature gave the flow
To make sense of phenomenal nonsense
For in this
is the mind of the poet incubated;
It soars with wings beyond the wind
To dazzle the rock with the person of the poet
For this your name came from the book of books.
My mind soars to find a friend in words.
Now I know I shall never be alone
To share this meal in books
The meal of words is known
But only to persons of whom its cooked
For thus the meal is savored by them alone
Sages are born not bred
So their words are borne
With wisdom and richness seen
Thy praise many would not know
Yet the sage like earth absorbed thy words
For thy flow like the ocean is great an imagination.
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