I am not a poet
I am a traveler who
Got lost in the pages
Of a book.
I am not a poet
I am a fly that got
Entangled in the
Web of its thoughts.
I am not a poet
I am a magician
Who conjure up words
With the swing of his pen.
I am not a poet
I am a bee
That gives the honey.
But my sting hurts.
I am not a poet
I am a wanderer who
found a path between
The lines of a book.
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