Love, Words and Writing
Such is when writing poetry--
We’re pretty willing to be free
And go to places, anywhere
All ‘cos beauty is out there
When, in haste, words do flow
The mighty pen and paper glow
O, we play with them, like love
That comes like a haloed dove
We take the risk of being hurt--
The pain, hidden behind its skirt
That no one would like to have
What special is how we behave
In any given conditions or forms
Against any unprecedented storms
We need to work our imagination
For enjoyment and self perfection
|