I want to be the part of poetry
Where there's no bound, no grammar.
No sorrow, so nobody cry
And the sun shines bright like summer.
I want to be the part of poetry
Where I can be what I might
It's not about how to do, but how to try
No darkness can stop, if there is light.
I want to be the part of poetry
Where it showers even in the season of dry.
All the strange and hard lines, catch people's eyes
But the simple ones are where deep thought lies.
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BROKEN WINDOW
Poetry♢Featured in @wattpadpoetry ♢ The window shattered as it was struck by a heavy metal vase. No more captivity. It's time to get out and raise the voice. The voice of emotion. The voice of pain. The voice of peace. But most of all, the voice of freed...
