The Poets find Paradise
In poetry
Away from the lies
Of normalcy
The pen is the steering wheel
Which guides and controls the emotions
The paper is made of steel
With a heart of passion for actions
Love flows like blood in the body
The feelings are sweet like sugar
The poets are penning on the altar
Lamenting on the suffering and misery
Of Jesus
Who was like us
The Poets find Paradise in poetry
In Mother Nature through her beauty.
Verily, a great write, You have depicted the essence of a poet, Each and every word and line has something to convey, Loved reading and commenting, Added to my favorite........ 10
This just evoke my imaginations. wow! i love it