I like to believe that it's not blood, but ink,
Which flows through my veins,
Powering up every cell in my body,
Even when I want to drown and sink.
I like to believe that these words are all I have,
To give whatever little I can,
To a world which is being destroyed by our clan.
For I have travelled far and wide,
Explored the unexplored,
Discovered the undiscovered,
All in my mind.
I like to believe that the exchange and change,
Of thoughts between people and their souls,
Is only possible through words woven with a magic so strange.
I like to believe that this magic is what,
Keeps me up at night,
In the faded orange light,
To use my pen as a wand,
And enchant the pages till the break of dawn.
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PoetryHere's a compilation of poems for you to enjoy. You'll find a mèlange of emotions here. Some sweet, some bitter. But at the end, you'll find yourself lost in the music of words, the rhythm of stanzas and the enchanting world of poetry.
