While writing what they say?
Becomes all his Characters created,
Come what may?
What a beautiful, full Life!
In every way.
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So many things we imagine,
If though of,Compassionately, with love,We never tire of.
How does it happen?
A mysterious flare,Crosses the air,Lands in the heart,Becomes a part,Of your inner self,And there it is,You’re in love!You don’t know why,You don’t know how,But the whole world changes,From before to Now.
Poets write,
Ink their blood,And Pen their swords,Words are birds,That freely flutter,And their poems,Freedom’s roads.
‘Poet’s, Idealists!
The Liberty of saying,What you have to say.
If everyone left,
A Great place, the World would be,Maybe then and only then,We might live in Harmony.
As Humans,
We don’t sing the same song,We don’t fight the same fights,We are Individuals,No 2 of us alike,No thinking as another,For our likes and dislikes.The Future?Will it be bright?The Human Enigma,Psychological fright,Mysterious insight,Forever at fight,We Are Individuals,And as such,We have certain rights,But be careful, don’t come closeBecause most of the time we bite!