#WritcoPoemChallenge
My life is an open book,
That led me through every nook,
And every corner of discovery,
Of life's long journey

i stroll acrosed the muses ,
i deepen the luck they called joy.
like crickets the Old news is,
Let handywork be your toy.

i fight the darkness with scars
Let my new self be humble ,
the laughter behind broken bars,
to my River Beauty i stumble

i frame the Love of knoledge,
i kiss the daylight Fire,
with softspokeness on the edge.
its the baggered Fame i Desire

can we not know, the travelers Dream .
behind the veil of suspension ,
that the world's honesty ,builds layers of Cream.
with the Messenger in detention .


do we know ,are vows ,
atleast latly we do .