People always romanticize literature
Not even expressed by a single gesture
At the same time,inaccurate unlike architecture
But it can make a person out of words,for that I'm sure
In a world with abundance of books we stand naive
Not able to understand is the issue why we grieve
Authors write to show the infinity we can achieve
Live,love laugh we just have to believe
Broken hearts create broken words that creates a broken mind
To sadness and darkness we tend to be inclined
Take the hand and let literacy guide the blind
For as we venture the world,legitimate happiness you shall find
A person is a fortress of thoughts of its own
Built with things long ago he have known
But when can we call ourselves as a full grown?
Maybe when we learn to explore and get out of the safe zone
-Ethereal|Form
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PoesíaWe express life by poetry. We live through words and by that we shall never die. -Ethereal|Form -Xyjhin_Gray -Roswell
