This poem is written by Majd Al Deen and I ...
I wish you consider it as well as enjoy it
☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆
Every time I look around
And ponder the things we obtain
listening to the winds sound
coming from beyond the terrain
Filling my soul from inside
Brushing all the stress and pain
Opening my eyes on a side
That we are all a brain
Not only does an ***** feed on blood supplies
But It's how you stay sane
It's where your personality lies
It's where the great thoughts ingrain
We search for miracles
And we have one; our heads maintain
Nerve cells with the shape of verticals
Are that only what brains contain ?
Our souls lie within
We try not to let them drain
Our dreams, our memories are all in
They are like an unlimited chain
We love, we live, we write our story with a pen
On a marvelous paper called a brain
Our blood is our ink
And it keeps circultaing all over again
You receive, it responds
That is why we feel pain
But emotions are like ponds
Happiness, passion and the excitement we gain
In the most difficult predicaments
You tend to use your brain
With it you overcome impediments
Which makes your way plain !
10% is all what we use
But don't you ever complain
It's a gift that we shouldn't abuse
However, a gem you must retain
Aug 30, 2014
Aug 30, 2014 at 12:53 PM UTC
This poem is written by Majd Al Deen and I ...
I wish you consider it as well as enjoy it
☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆
Every time I look around
And ponder the things we obtain
listening to the winds sound
coming from beyond the terrain
Filling my soul from inside
Brushing all the stress and pain
Opening my eyes on a side
That we are all a brain
Not only does an ***** feed on blood supplies
But It's how you stay sane
It's where your personality lies
It's where the great thoughts ingrain
We search for miracles
And we have one; our heads maintain
Nerve cells with the shape of verticals
Are that only what brains contain ?
Our souls lie within
We try not to let them drain
Our dreams, our memories are all in
They are like an unlimited chain
We love, we live, we write our story with a pen
On a marvelous paper called a brain
Our blood is our ink
And it keeps circultaing all over again
You receive, it responds
That is why we feel pain
But emotions are like ponds
Happiness, passion and the excitement we gain
In the most difficult predicaments
You tend to use your brain
With it you overcome impediments
Which makes your way plain !
10% is all what we use
But don't you ever complain
It's a gift that we shouldn't abuse
However, a gem you must retain
This poem is written by Majd Al Deen and I ...
I wish you consider it as well as enjoy it
