It will not make you rich
It doesn’t mean that you are speci
There are no extra powers
Only an effort will do
And you will never stop

It is just
Another day
But with different
Fish back to
The same old sea.

I cry blood
I cry a very dark red blood
I cry
I cry to read along the lines
I Cry a meaningless tear sometime

Words should be plain
And simple
But always jumping
Down in style.

My wishes—for all their dreams,
I wish i could help, i wish i coul
The frost on the glass and hope fo
Not the stress but ease, and for t
To laugh at me when I wish;

Nature is
A beautiful
And most
Hated luxury
But you

From a writer
To a
Reader and
From a reader
To a

Have you thougt
Beyond your world
Where feelings
Are mystery,
Where there is no love

My favorite
Kind of people
Are poets,
Writers
But I respect

What horror have the earthly natur
How amuse are the fetish majors or
Mostly are the fault of the epipha
painted walls of idiocy and tears
I will be cautious to fetch the ro