Emotions are man's sole expression and form
The fool who knows it not tries to arrest his very own freedom
When he should be searching proper vent for the gentle breeze and the storm
If they're granted no gate to the world around, their kingdom
They will seethe out of the soul and escape
Perhaps through the ink of a pen as do my love and hate
Or in the sharp knife blade
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POETRY ; MOUTHPIECE OF ALL
PoesiaPoems of the sad, broken, the joyous, the wanderers, and the eternally pondering minds. Everything that so besieged us since the inception of time, is an unwritten poem. Even though dead in the eyes of mankind, poetry can rejuvenate this flourishing...
