Resound poetry!
I don't know if we
Are thinking about bureaucracy
Or about the same thing. You and me.
Crept over reality
Jumping over uncertainties.
The crusades of the knight
In the dark starry night,
Is the march for the key
Of opening the light.
The glass tinted window and
The night winged fellow,
Diving over willows,
Followed by its shadow.
Silhouette of blind rhymes,
Taking down the front lines
Of every battlefield,
Swindling with fire and greed.
Crept by the dark,
Followed by the blinding arc.
Raise those sheets and
Draw those pens,
Let your fellow writers
Defend its fence.
The war may have been ended by blood and sweat,
But t'was started with blots of ink.
So get ready for the war of the century,
Armed with quills,
and quire
Filled with figures of poetry,
Defended with thoughts of independency
...
Write and be inspired —
Jul 8, 2016
Jul 8, 2016 at 7:18 AM UTC
Resound poetry!
I don't know if we
Are thinking about bureaucracy
Or about the same thing. You and me.
Crept over reality
Jumping over uncertainties.
The crusades of the knight
In the dark starry night,
Is the march for the key
Of opening the light.
The glass tinted window and
The night winged fellow,
Diving over willows,
Followed by its shadow.
Silhouette of blind rhymes,
Taking down the front lines
Of every battlefield,
Swindling with fire and greed.
Crept by the dark,
Followed by the blinding arc.
Raise those sheets and
Draw those pens,
Let your fellow writers
Defend its fence.
The war may have been ended by blood and sweat,
But t'was started with blots of ink.
So get ready for the war of the century,
Armed with quills,
and quire
Filled with figures of poetry,
Defended with thoughts of independency
...
Write and be inspired —
