Post by Devi145 on Jun 9, 2003 13:59:42 GMT -5
The poetry lingers silently within the poet searching for the right pore to seep through,
Whispering tear's that cry leaking the words of a true poet's mind,
Softly sproutting and carrying on their mute lyrics as if a new search inside them pursue.
The art the versifier possess is there hidden in their flowing blood stream but it's not hard to find...
Just satisy your emotion's needs with gentle spoken rhythm and you'll see,
There's always a poem within a poet acting as if a warrior waiting for battle
It may not help you win the war with brutal sacrifices , but it determines when to set you free.
Whispering tear's that cry leaking the words of a true poet's mind,
Softly sproutting and carrying on their mute lyrics as if a new search inside them pursue.
The art the versifier possess is there hidden in their flowing blood stream but it's not hard to find...
Just satisy your emotion's needs with gentle spoken rhythm and you'll see,
There's always a poem within a poet acting as if a warrior waiting for battle
It may not help you win the war with brutal sacrifices , but it determines when to set you free.