How I wish I could write
About things within and beyond my sight
When, how and where about?
Ideas drawn by my hands and not by my mouth.
I don't want it to be stagnant
I want it to be a grown up plant
I don't want it to be forgotten
I want it to be written.
Why do the world is full of words
And yet covered by silent chords
All sounds were left unspoken
But I'm a depth writer with a problem on my pen.
The period is to end
And still I can't send
Let's put an ink on our papers
Let the misdeeds be corrected by our erasers.
Credits:
Miguel Manipon
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Poetrix
PoetryPoetrix is a book coined from two words: Poetry and Matrix. Poetry is a metrical writing; an art of imaginative minds. It is an instrument of expression. It is a creative weapon by experiences. Matrix is a development of one's ability. A progress...
