Poetry is, as poetry flows
Beneath the rocks, through undertows
Over great mountains, across oceans deep
Dwells within dreams, while dreamer's asleep
As poison to pen, heaven can wait
Driving the path, for creativity sake
Don't judge yourself, of what you read here
Create your own space, and abandon, all fear
Dec 28, 2016
Dec 28, 2016 at 7:29 AM UTC
Poetry is, as poetry flows
Beneath the rocks, through undertows
Over great mountains, across oceans deep
Dwells within dreams, while dreamer's asleep
As poison to pen, heaven can wait
Driving the path, for creativity sake
Don't judge yourself, of what you read here
Create your own space, and abandon, all fear
If you don't try, you won't fail, or succeed :D
The measuring sticks we use are biased against us, because we are far more critical of ourselves, than are others.
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