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A poet's heart isn't like any other...
It's the tears that trickle with radiance through words.
     It's a treasure trove that hides but longs to
     be found.
          It's a book shelved high that wants to
          be read.
               It's the freest of all birds caged but
               unbound...

A poet's heart isn't like any other...
It doesn't beat to the capable strokes of the artist.
     It doesn't pump in the most vibrant of
     colours.
          It doesn't wield a paintbrush to
          translate its thoughts.
               But it can see through the eyes of
               painters...

A poet's heart isn't like any other...
It doesn't conform to the conventional parameters of lyrics.
     It doesn't bind itself to the requirements
     of musical harmony.
          It doesn't follow the conventions of
          genres.
               But it sings its voice loud without
               restrictions of melody...

A poet's heart isn't like any other...
It's an open secret, that whispers in metaphoric codes.
     It's an exploding universe, that merges
     back into galaxies.
          It's a sought after painting, that boasts
          of unfathomable beauty.
               It's an everlasting song, that echoes
               within the poet that embodies...

Hours of darkness began to sigh
As daylight, no longer in sight

Gushing of water flowing placidly in the stream
Oh-what a lovely evening, to dream

My feet drag me to the wilds
The feeling of exhilaration like a child

Where the bleak twigs creak
And the frigid weather kisses my cheeks

Solitude state under the ethereal sky
How I wish you nigh

But this lonesome brought me to a place,
I call it Nowhere because my journey isn't over
For I'll always be a wanderer

You used to be a lovely daffodil that blooms in May, but now you're just a withered flower in a winter day.*

a.k

The eerie cries of the wind
echoes through my window
the mint of its breath
blows beneath my feet
The leaves are withered
days are short
Streets are empty
doors are closed
Daylight's invisible
it feels so lonely
that my heart is torn
the flapping of birds
migrating to north
everyone's leaving
like the footsteps
you left from the storm

a.k

Why does everyone sit around saying, ”Hope 2015 is a good year?” Take life a day at a time. Bad days are inevitable and you can't hope for a whole year to be perfect. All you can do is hope or learn and make true friends and be happy in 2015. Don't hope for a better year, hope for a better you :)