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ꋫ pen and a paper in the hand,
For a poet, what else could be satisfactory and grand?
Their mindset is build in a way nobody can understand,
Dreaming of a peaceful society, they drift to dreamland.
Calm and composed is the person they want to be,
Happy faces surrounding them is all they want to see,
Aiming for a harmonious future, wanting no achievement or degree,
The caged birds and confined hearts, they long to set free.
Poets are they who bleed their heart,
On the milkish paper, they inscribe their art,
Trying to develop a healthy heart and mind so smart,
Forgetting the worldly tasks rarely taking part.
Building a few dreams and striving to achieve,
Trying to explain people who insult literature and leave,
Ignoring the hate they recieve,
Knowing somewhere that the hater's heart never experienced relief.
☢︎︎☢︎︎☢︎︎☢︎︎☢︎︎☢︎︎☢︎︎☢︎︎☢︎︎☢︎︎☢︎︎☢︎︎☢︎︎
𝐓𝐨 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞<3
YOU ARE READING
ME AND THE MOON| ✔︎
Poetry☾︎Fᴏʀ, I take proud in the fact that the only ones awake in the catastrophic night revealing their disguise through ink of the ever witnessing pen, us _ME AND THE MOON_☽︎ Fᴏʀ, Us are still in debt of the sun who burden us with light❥︎ ˢᵒ ⁱᶠ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃʳᵉ...
