poetry, it's magic..
A leaking red pen, like my very heart
A blank paper, as shall be my mind
A short rendezvous of my pen and the latter
An overwhelming paper, then you shall find
Capturing life in mere metaphors
Always an enigma it remains
An art soo very beautiful
Such is poetry, such honour it claims.
Love will then be seen ethereal
And hatred will no longer be...
A blank paper, as shall be my mind
A short rendezvous of my pen and the latter
An overwhelming paper, then you shall find
Capturing life in mere metaphors
Always an enigma it remains
An art soo very beautiful
Such is poetry, such honour it claims.
Love will then be seen ethereal
And hatred will no longer be...