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THE LAST STANZA

When the ink drops on the page
The persona is tabularasa 
He cares neither of the wind nor calm
The poet is the all-powerful God
Midway the page
The persona loses himself
In the process of self-discovery
Experimentation in the name of experience
For no stroke of the feather is the same
Somehow he knows that the poet decides the last stanza
Whether the story is a happy ending or a tragedy
Despite taking control
The poet is firmly in control
The persona is completely without control
Or maybe the poem is a perfect tango between the will of the persona and the poet
The free will of the persona is as long as the tither of the poet
The twist of his fate is a product of his will
And the desire of the poet
However, the poem ends
The concept is tragic


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