Two friends shared a bond full of cheer,
In laughter and love, they drew near.
With joy in their hearts,
They danced like fine arts,
In a world that embraced them so clear.

The poet is an architect
he constructs sentences.

The poet is a cook
he mixes words.

The poet is a philosopher
he reflects on what he writes.

The poet is a student
he learns words.

But above all.

The poet has no definition
he defines himself.

Petals in the breeze,
Whispers of colors dance bright,
Nature's soft embrace.

It speaks to me
hold your breath
feel my skin
underneath.
It speaks to me
hold your neck
feel my sweat
underneath.

And words
are like birds
that keep flying in my thoughts
and far away.

Why is no one speaking?
Why is no one here?
Why is no one having care!

Undecided presidents
busy deals
But no poor person will have some meals.