I think poetry happens
Once in a life time,
Sometimes like an opportunity
And sometimes like an infinity star
Consolation or like karma or a
Goodbye then hello a blow so hard,
Maybe as worst than a cyclone and
Then all of a sudden you want to write
Like a madman or woman or someone,
Words and meanings and sentences and
Stories will just keep marching shooting
Ink on the paper and then you'll ask your self
"Why didn't this come when I was starving so
Bad for motivation or why was I stuck on an ocean".
But most of all poetry stays with us even if we leave it, because we poets of poets eat it to bleed it
all in the end up to the beginning.
-ashes poetry
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Clouds poetry
ŞiirTo reach the sky is to fly and I hope someone can be Able to reach my poems. © copy rights by ashleyyololo 2022