WE ARE OUR POETRY

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An expression of too many emotions of gladness and pains just likely a flowing spring of words from a wounded heart and injured.. a waltz of an inspiring spirit of joyfulness and a quiet sound of a running river of tears.. silent music of solitude.. a lullaby of nature so much in love and a shout of its ache and pain. It is a cry of an uncertain soul...a soft and a lovely breeze from the writer's thoughts caressing many hunger souls. It is a heart lyric from an unseen paradise of love dense and loaded with bursting emotion scattered by the wind of imaginations...magical words flow from our veins and blood. Its excellent penning receives a lot of praises and adoration ..giving soul to the terms is such great magic of poetry..a gracious line of wisdom from the gifted souls... a phrase of a moaning heart in agony.. an art of the ink crashed by the torment of love and the lessons of life, a mission to inspire the world ..it is a sentiment of the weird and the fool..yes we are.. it is purely us. we are the decent fool of words playing our roles as  writers..we are the living souls of poetry..we are our words..we are our poetry

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