The mirror lets me know the changing face,the sincere self,for an anxious glance,it gives an impression,and its never be like the World gives the lie,the real picture,to ponder to reach a conscious conclusion.
A true poet must had to sink, to an ocean of secrets to reveal,and he must be Lovable:but what the World did was smashing his views in a pit of GOLD.
I may say,Trust is like a breakable pendant,made of pearly beads,Oh! when it breaks,the Angel face it turns a shame,the heart in drying vain,and forever the lips may detached,to never kiss you Deep?
The clear, peaceful mind,the mind runs for Creativity,for a pouring river song,the mind meets the Muse,in such a transcendental junction,o yes! Creativity blooms in abundance,the world enlightens.
Listen,the Nature has her Mystic hands pressed on us to prove the wonders or sadness in a way that we let ourselves ponder about the clueless, yet clue giving,unseen,yet seen,uninformed,yet informed,untouched yet touched characters using our normal human mind.
The voice of a bird is sweetly hearing,how sweet the voice it is,the laughter and inspiring song,the song is from the bird of mirth,a love song is from her lips.
We humans have many ways to complain what burning sunlight gives more than a day's light, until purple moon cures us with her fondling balms,like every pain has a remedy to heal and future to grow.
Peace is the greatest state that Human minds ever longed to find Delight,Peace is as well the secret act that makes a Creative Heart renowned.
The starry sky began to shine,when assigned night spread with its βmoon lampβ for all of the wistful thoughts,lay below the tormented Earthβs nocturnal light and those splendid visions caught my pounding spirits.
Sweet death as like sleep, when it calls for a journey on its elated wings of oblivion;an oft and quiet,an escape from these worlds;that convey a harmless comfort with its concord dreams aloft.