𝚃𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚎, 𝚍𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚛𝚢?
𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚎?
𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕-𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚢, 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏-𝚕𝚘𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚐𝚞𝚢?

𝙼𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜, 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚝 𝚊𝚍𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚎?
𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚟𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎?
𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚜 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚎?

𝚃𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜, 𝚊𝚕𝚕-𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚎, 𝚠𝚒𝚍𝚎-𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚑 𝚐𝚞𝚢,
𝙳𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎?

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚊𝚢,
𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚢 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝,
𝙰𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢,
𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚘 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝.

𝙻𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜, 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏-𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚒 𝚖𝚎,
𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚋𝚒𝚐,
𝚃𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚢.

How every minute out there there's a poet putting his thoughts on paper.

Tr a i  l   s of a br o  k   e    n he a  r   t .  . .
T    a   l  es o f a b     r    o   k  en h    e   a  rt . .  .
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𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝙸 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠,
𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝙸 𝚜𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚎?
𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎,
𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚢 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎.

𝙸’𝚍 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 ..
𝚒𝚏 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍,
𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝,
𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍.

𝙸’𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚎𝚜 ..
𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚛,
𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚎,
𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚛,
𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎.
𝙸’𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚎𝚜 ..
𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗
𝚒𝚏 𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠.

𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝙸 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚠𝚗?
𝚘𝚛 𝚓𝚞𝚖𝚙 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚊𝚗
𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚠𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚎?
𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚊𝚝 𝙸’𝚖 𝚘𝚗 ..
𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚋𝚢 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚙𝚕𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐,
𝚒𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝,
𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸’𝚖 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚛𝚞𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐.

𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 ..
𝚏𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚊𝚝
𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝’𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍'𝚜 𝚎𝚢𝚎,
𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚖𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜,
𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍,
𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝,
𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗
𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚘𝚠𝚗.

𝙸𝚏 𝙸 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠,
𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎,
𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚠𝚎’𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎
𝙸’𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎,

𝚒𝚏 𝚒𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚘 ..
𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗,

𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝,
𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚕 ..
𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚎
𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚕.
𝙸𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚜, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝙸 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍,
𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚐𝚘.
𝚃𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚎,
𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚕𝚍.

𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 ..
𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚎,

𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝙸 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠?