Poets look <br />oddest in <br />the public <br />eye, they <br />always set <br />their eyes <br />in little <br />things of <br />none value <br />to ordinated <br />eyes; a passerby <br />would see no <br />sense of life <br />alike, a sitting-by <br />would spite a laugh <br />and seek a reason <br />to say a curse; <br />they always no not <br />about the coming <br />storm and the poet <br />is there always <br />for that reason.<br /><br />Melikhaya Zagagana<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bell-ringers/
