He Is Asmith Poem by Lesiba MrVersatile

He is a smith

MrVersatile Da YoungKing

A orifice of a squirt,
Spit out tranquillity,
Not flinty to cause war!
His mind stays afar from hasty mind that streams useless thoughts.
His strongest desirous,
In a planet of literature,
His mind delightfully engaged with incantation of words of wisdom
Incarcerated in bowl of noway out of poetry
His a christian yet speaks no blaspheme.

His enticement in poetry,
Soon will induce him to bards.
Brain burning as magma rock,
When his hand holds pen begetting to puke word by word that console the heartbreaking soul.

His work inspires all,
His words don't discriminate,
He signed on the shell his heart that he'll never quit,   like  mama keep on pushing hard to receive a precious gift in life.
Poetry tis his land,
Prose tis his stand.

MrVersatile Da YoungKing
Every time he compose a poem the skies cries.
Weeping joyful tears, that heaps the world with everlasting peace indefinitely.
His pen tis mightier than the powerful witchcraft lightning.

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