A poet is active and alert all the time
Not to find something nice
But to construct something wise
That meant everything for the life.
Tiredness is what my body cries
But the poetic heart within bubbles
To bring out all that is within crescent
On the canvas that has no limit
Pouring of words are unlimiting
And ever lavishing
That has no bound
But extending the sound
That can be heard all the time.
Awesomeness pouring of words that finds no bound.
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A poet is active and alert all the time Not to find something nice But to construct something wise That meant everything for the life. Tiredness is what my body cries But the poetic heart within bubbles To bring out all that is within crescent On the canvas that has no limit Pouring of words are unlimiting And ever lavishing That has no bound But extending the sound That can be heard all the time. Awesomeness pouring of words that finds no bound.