Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Dec 2018
Kindness is poetry in itself.
Is the borderline that divide us from deities.
From all the gods and devils that we invented.
From all the mud and blood that we live.
There is one thing that shines.
One thing that redeem ourselves from our crimes.
The thing that causes us to shiver upon fear.
That motivate without love.
That destroys without guns.
In the end I beg you to do what is right.
Love yourself and the others and PLEASE BE KIND.
Fake Leprechaun
Written by
Fake Leprechaun  20/M
(20/M)   
204
   Fawn
Please log in to view and add comments on poems