many writes poetry now, many writes about life and they wi… were not alive but when they hears… they run and leave their shoes beh… many writes about love,

The delights of autumn, the cats shivering and the birds as silence as a morning morgue, th… that blows you backward and coldne… that knit deep into your dry skin,

I have read them enough to fill me With tenderness; to sigh a relief On my soul with heavenly mind, Because now i could sight them far… As they would lease pleasure to me…

My luck changed when I found a qu… A parrot with a blue tail Golden feathers Pointy beak Very moist and incredibly tethered

A very good piece does not Wake up In just one rainy day Or perhaps a sunny day  If there are no luck, a very good… Might not even rise at all.

Goodbye You! Goodbye to the willow-land and the… Where all the tears, emotions, bre… And deep fears are all shared. Goodbye to the weary-trees, the la…

How does he speak? With his mouth or his body Or with help or no help, with His crew but he dare not own a boa… For a boat would majestically

Oh how marvellous It is to Write and drink Your guts out, How scary

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 find it Hard Reading a Long paragraph Of nothing