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The ink and paper laid in front ,
But the heart and soul are just , numb
The desire to write is there ,
But the pleasure , it seems to disappear.
And again the thoughts of doubts rekindled ,
Like a performer before the curtains fall,
Like a virgin , about to know the beauty of love .
But isn't the doubts making us ...human .
To know we are not perfect , 'cause nothing is perfect in God's creation .
Even the fool is a king for himself ,
And the king himself is a fool for the maidens he has met .
And yet here ,my mind , betrays me
Pouring the thoughts ,
I never knew I could think .
Because when my soul and this ink colides ...
Even if no words are said ,
My poetic lust feels alive .
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A.S
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Well wrote it a while ago thought of sharing it with you guys .
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Until next time .
A.S
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Words Of A.S . (poetries and quote...)
PoetryI will write my poems , with a silver pen So they will shine , in your dark room . Even if you won't let me in , I hope my poems will guide you . . .. ... .... A.S
