Stop Look Listen and Learn
Four terms that I want to discern
From a meme that draw me stern
But deeply the things I wanna earn
Stop and let the gaze of my core
Melt the frozen layer of your soul
To the gratitude never cold
Not too late to be told
Look at the windows of my being
Etched is the word freeing
Coz you embraced a stranger
Never thinking about the possible danger
Listen to the sound my hypothalamus
And you will hear a blissful "oremus"
In English it means "let us pray"
You're the gift that God sent me today.
Hope you'll learn to be used to surprises
Because if there are any chances
I will be filled with madness
To make spectacle in us become relentless
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The Rhythms Inside
PoetryWe all share hurts and pains but we haven't taken any action yet. So that's why the author created this to somehow cry with you in all your griefs. I don't know what to say anymore. Enjoy :)
