*I was born with love, from my poet's heart
From his thoughts, he gathered my parts
I couldn't bring him praise, for his shining words
Silent without glory, I was left unheard*
Jun 10, 2016
Jun 10, 2016 at 11:35 AM UTC
*I was born with love, from my poet's heart
From his thoughts, he gathered my parts
I couldn't bring him praise, for his shining words
Silent without glory, I was left unheard*
This is my tribute to all those poems which had beautiful words inscribed in them but they still failed to reach many of the readers it should have.
I know many of the poets in here could know for what I was trying to say in this short poem of mine.
I can feel, the poem too feels bad for it!
