FEELINGS TURNED TO LETTERS
AND WORDS WERE BORN
THEY CHANGED TO THOUGHTS
AFTER WHICH CAME SENTENCES.
THE SENTENCES WITH IMAGINATION
ROSE FROM THE MIND AND ENDED IN PEN,
WHICH BATTLED THE PAGES
TO JOT DOWN THE WORDS.
INK WAS DRYING FROM HOURS OF WRITING
BUT THE HEAD WAS STILL FILLED WITH COLORS,
TO CREATE A VIVID WORLD.
IT STARTED AS A FLAIR
THAT SET A BLAZE IN THE HEART
WHICH REASONED THE MIND
TO SEASON THE CORE
WITH TALES OF PASSION
THAT ONLY THE SOULS COULD UNDERSTAND
AND EYES CAN TALK ABOUT,
FOR IT BEGAN WITH THE SPARK OF WILL
AND ENDED WITH FLAMES OF POEM .
YOU ARE READING
A Tale To The Understood
PoetryLife was it or Love.... Hate was it or Interest..... A Tale of Time.... On A Journey Of A Drop To The Ocean With A Space Unknown
