WRITERS....
Billowing smoke you let go
We see as a seraph smiling
You may enjoy but we hear
And expound birds' dulcet chirping
Moon's appearance in phases
We admire as fatuous kindling
Yes, may be touchy and eccentric
But we are soft and pitying
Our minds of crystalline purity
Love us for our wits n profundity
We are writers....
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Thanks for your invaluable perception.