A word of tribute is what we need,
for something so critical in our life.
Which paves the way to heal when we bleed,
From broken heart or a scar of knife.
They say if you wanna feel the life - read,
But it needs patience, Hard to be found.
So keep your focus while I try to feed, you with my love- the world of sound.
In this kingdom, songs will breed,
and rise high from the ground.
Like the pitch growing from the lead,
Mixed with tunes and symphony as a mound.
We all love to mature similar to a seed,
Which grows into a sapling, serving all around.
This is aided by music away from the weed,
Which have all my emotions to bound.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry Arena
PoesíaRaw writer, with his skill of rhyming tries to write on the topics concerning the youth. Feelings, relationships and other harsh and painful topics. Just give it a try! I'm sure you would like my writings.
