A Stranger amongst strangers
when the poet is a stranger
he become a danger to the future
You were here; I was there
Healing the world with prayers and lyrics
Just another nightmare
As the world shun another poet
The poets disappear another forgotten poem
Within each new poet there is a new idea
the poesy, the artistry, blend within hidden words
Fade poems curl like a half moon.
Fading, fading, gone too soon
Mar 12, 2015
Mar 12, 2015 at 4:18 PM UTC
A Stranger amongst strangers
when the poet is a stranger
he become a danger to the future
You were here; I was there
Healing the world with prayers and lyrics
Just another nightmare
As the world shun another poet
The poets disappear another forgotten poem
Within each new poet there is a new idea
the poesy, the artistry, blend within hidden words
Fade poems curl like a half moon.
Fading, fading, gone too soon
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