A pad, a pen,
An inspiration
And it begins
A spark igniting into a roaring flame.
Thoughts, born into words expressing your joys & pains.
Gently caressing your mental with feathery fingertips massaging the thought patterns.
Opening your mind's eye, giving you wings to gracefully soar with a bird's view.
Instantly taking you to a land of bliss or a dreary hell.
Imagine hearing the ringing of 50 thousand bells in harmony.
In my belief, that's poetry.
The basic essence of life is to be heard fully.
I don't need you to agree, just listen to me.
My mind wishes to speak.
So I grab my pad and my pen, and I let them meet.
An inspiration
And it begins
A spark igniting into a roaring flame.
Thoughts, born into words expressing your joys & pains.
Gently caressing your mental with feathery fingertips massaging the thought patterns.
Opening your mind's eye, giving you wings to gracefully soar with a bird's view.
Instantly taking you to a land of bliss or a dreary hell.
Imagine hearing the ringing of 50 thousand bells in harmony.
In my belief, that's poetry.
The basic essence of life is to be heard fully.
I don't need you to agree, just listen to me.
My mind wishes to speak.
So I grab my pad and my pen, and I let them meet.