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THE SOCIETY OF POETS

WORDSWORTH wandered lonely as a cloud,When all at once he saw a crowd,A host of golden daffodils. FROST said the

The storm that hit across the shore was vileNo word of truth or distance silenced its roarArmed from their hideouts

Fewer by fewer thoughts leaving the once heavy lifeComing out of a circled loop breaking a flower shaped seasonSaving a

A journey begins,at times,under the wrong sign board,A choice is inevitable in front of many paths,Winding roads or long stretches

Let us not buy many new things in haste,Recycle, reuse are alternatives to waste,By doing this a lot of energy

Like mist there covered a layerA layer that of concealmentOf all the miseries of this worldIn one frame of truthPinned

The uncertain life is a journey to a certain death,The journey is an admixture of bitter truth and brural lie,Glyde

Life is a blessing when it is realWhen not surrounded by pretendersHeart ignites a chaste ray of hopeIn solitude where

I know you are standingon the side of the doorWith a sweet smileStill I can’t see you.On the dining table,in

It is the season of sultry summer,The season of many a blooming flower,It is just the time to simply admire,Though