Sunday 28 May 2023

Worry not my poet

What do you fear so much dear poets
This AI is just as cold as love's hurt
It has no remorse nor depth, but words
Those are not unknown like so many poets
If you have to gasp then let it be of pain
If exuberance is the state; explain
For like a cold heart of a lover that is gone
This AI cannot breathe like the lover's forlorn 

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