The clime without poets is like the soulless desert
Poets drew their dreams in the words of the mind
The morning without poets is like a sunless night.
Without dreams, we have nothing to get high
Poets play with dreams and they are the cool spy.
Poets bring the sunshine where has no daylight!
Those who are self-sacrificing poets
They are the golden sun in the world.
In the cloudy sky, I'll find that sunlight.
You write so many untold stories
You have so much love in your heart
You're warm-blooded and you're soft.
Sometimes you are calm and reposed
You're smell of flowers and the singing bird
You're the shadow of an evergreen forest!
Who'd do questions without a poet, who'll answer them?
Who'll think of nature and who'll love it like you.
The world in the evening, let the morning come.
It'll be a disaster anyway, even then here you come again!
Jul 5, 2020
Jul 5, 2020 at 11:36 PM UTC
The clime without poets is like the soulless desert
Poets drew their dreams in the words of the mind
The morning without poets is like a sunless night.
Without dreams, we have nothing to get high
Poets play with dreams and they are the cool spy.
Poets bring the sunshine where has no daylight!
Those who are self-sacrificing poets
They are the golden sun in the world.
In the cloudy sky, I'll find that sunlight.
You write so many untold stories
You have so much love in your heart
You're warm-blooded and you're soft.
Sometimes you are calm and reposed
You're smell of flowers and the singing bird
You're the shadow of an evergreen forest!
Who'd do questions without a poet, who'll answer them?
Who'll think of nature and who'll love it like you.
The world in the evening, let the morning come.
It'll be a disaster anyway, even then here you come again!
