A fine yet sturdy string called the theme,
With words that are beads of the scheme,
Together, they form a tag team,
The poetic jewel of my dream.
Be it when my mind is calm,
Or while it gets hit by a storm,
My thoughts get their due verbal form,
And then ensues a mental reform.
Feeling bright as in the noon,
And flying over the moon -
Poetry as such is a boon,
And to write, is pure fortune.
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