When I talk
I walk too
Flow with water
With aim not to alter
Not course also
But fate of course
The river water may never see sea beach
Then what to talk of sadness and teach?
I can not change wind direction
I can not impose any kind of action
It may gently blow and touch
I think of those natural things as such
Poetry is my weapon
The thoughts occur all of sudden
I take into account smallest things even
The ideas are smoothly interwoven
Had I been not poet?
I could have remained quiet
Not risen or revolted against
As there could have been no self interest
I have full sky horizon
To travel, come back and so on
No lines are drawn
I am of my own
I wish my poems to belong
To all who consider me wrong?
Differ with composition and human relation
I wish them to think about ways to strengthen
We are all of complex nature
Yet we have bright future
There is support from nature
Just live peacefully and make it sure
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Katrina Vickers11 minutes ago Good. Comment +1 Good
Love it! Cassidy Wells10 minutes ago I really love the aspect of nature you bought into it! Comment +1
Great Gareth Williams8 minutes ago Very Interesting Comment 0 GREAT POEM
passionately elegant Anna Laurencio9 minutes ago masterfully written Comment 0 Poetr, saying what you feel wit it
Alyce Blevins11 minutes ago Very good! Comment 0 Very cool way to explain nature's importance.
Deb Young8 minutes ago Well written and flowing smoothly- just like water seeking it's source. Like the view of working with nature, not against it.
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