Word is force and reflection of fl
Words are bait to feelings and can
Word is a million word that makes
Words is like a shotgun and death
Words is a boxer short and a camel

All i see is vain
The vain of a callous step father
The vain of two truthful drunks
The vain of a petty elder lady
The vain of a mosque shoe thieves

A misfit is not a wish
Neither is it a pitch, an area, a
Its about your balance
The ability of practice or talent
Attitude to the frost and stagnant

May so be it
Life will be it
Love will also be it
Music will sing it
Rituals will be a part of it

It is just another dreary poem
Her heart will forever endure and
As he felt no human rage or human
Felt no anger, love and care in hi
In silence he slumbered in his dee

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.

Under the stripped trees in a pear
Winter, there i found a white blos
Dropped in a muffled sound-like
And it formed
A surface,

forever or never will thy bar crow
Or thy bell rung with town crier a
Nay, even if the tune or the bell
Covered in a well attacks?, no hum
Or slip into the well will be dece

We’d hope to say what they meant
As we have seen them come and go
Sprouting the heart of the lonely
Cruising the bell and towing the l
They’ve pour their wisdom, fears,

Nothing is worth writing About
until something Is worth reading a