Poetry is not cash

You may try to lead start to publish
Splashing poems on many eyeballs
Splitting the eyes to sinuous beauty
Of lines flowing in exquisite music.

But poetry is not a cash of pockets.
It is not even about dreamlike men
But dreamers strutting their stuff.
Pockets stay empty , just purple air.

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