They should learn how to talk,
When they sees one another—just fo
They should dry the coals and bury
Like half of us, so strength shall
But before you were born by them,

I pride myself in the midst
of pain, pleasure
Brain and honesty.

My thoughts are
All outlined with white
Colour
You don’t need to
Worry; they are

O, ye the bright sky summon thee
Before the crimson light forsake n
With the numb cloud morosely still
So does the teardrop– warmish will
Lightening’ a little or with a pi

The moon should be
Cautious of us
Because one day we will
Be looking Down to her
And She shall pledge to us

I will not
Pretend to
Read long books
Because of
My little

today make a trail for us
to follow, eat like a poet so
you would digest words
think like a poet and never
believe to be wrong, dress like a

I wish i was born in the old days,
Greatly about how they look, when
Work with knowledge that makes the
They all have many sense than one
I wish i was an endowed poet then,

When you are wealthy:
Many shall be your friends and
Few shall be your fans and;
All will be your death.

There is this thing
It frightens me and
Scary at the same time,
They are tiny voices
Very small but weirdly