The Poet is a kinsman in the clouds
Who scoffs at archers, loves a stormy day;
But on the ground, among the hooting crowds,
He cannot walk, his wings are in the way.

Author: Charles Baudelaire

The Poet is a kinsman in the clouds<br />Who scoffs at archers, loves a stormy day;<br />But on the ground, among the hooting crowds,<br />He cannot walk, his wings are in the way. - Charles Baudelaire



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