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In the soft twilight of dawn,
they sit, paper muses,
with their cup of steaming coffee in hand,
while shadows dance on the early floor.
Mad, yes, but with a windy soul,
who embrace life as a sweet moment,
whisper verses between laughter and dreams,
they dress themselves in rhymes, they undress their owners.
Sunrises with the scent of cinnamon,
their bodies intertwine, desire reveals,
a furtive kiss, a sincere touch,
make love their little path.
And although the world looks at them with sorrowful eyes,
they know that in madness there is full beauty,
because in every poem, in their magical game,
there is life, there is passion, there is love in their fire!