And you call me crazy?
We live on a flying rock,
surrounded by seven other flying rocks,
that go around the same giant fireball,
and somehow
never crash into eachother.
And out of all eight rocks,
only ours can sustain an atmosphere
that breathes life
into the lungs of majestic lionesses,
vibrant birds and butterflies
and eight billion human beings.
And you want me to believe
that we met each other
and fell in love
purely by accident,
and there is
no such thing as luck
or soul mates
or miracles?
.Nikita Gill.
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Words of Wisdom
PoesíaA poem per page. These poems are either written by me, sent in by you, or found on the Internet. Poems can help a lot of people express emotion, and poems hold a lot of feeling and emotion inside that we can't otherwise express.
