Behind these words,
Are those worlds
Where freedom is born,
Division is torn
The roses speak loudly,
Their thorns walk proudly
Where it burns to be burned,
The tables turned
When wars they end
And help they lend
When the sun rises,
The stars full of surprises
When the water flows free
And the people they see
Inside these words, an alternate reality
Which help us shape our true personality
And God bless this poem,
For all this I owe him
And I am a poet
Fate favors all who know it
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The Hidden Language // Poetry And Haiku
PoetryA couple of original poems by a poet. I hope you like it :) Poetry is a beautiful language. It has a descriptive way of describing an object, and it tells the feelings of the author within it's words. Cherish this hidden language for it brings color...
