Poetry: Words, Beautiful Witches
That's what you think about since you were born.
As destiny becomes a poet
Enjoyed the writings of other writers
Sometimes you confuse yourself
Differentiate the conflicting words
Blending like a crazy babble.
Crazy chanting also has meaning.
Because healthy people are sick.
You want to make beautiful poetry
From your last words.
But death has not yet come
Until you think again.
Since the first word was created
Fruit and lips get together.
The scriptures are still in the wind
And your lover is still bone
Maybe water.
You read the first line in the cloud.
Rain dropped it as a speck.
You giggle.
The words are magically bewitched at last
You found it on Thursday night of the year
When your lover utters
Farewell.
Your tears fall one by one
As the first beautiful word of your poetry is born.
Afterwards so many lovers are lying down.
Not for being drunk
Rather hungry.
Great one. Am not really good at writing poetry, but I sure enjoy reading them. Good one.
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