A Pieces of Word
A pure mind doesn't mean it was beautiful one
You can find in every pages of line
Pure its only look like none
But beautiful could be fine.
Lets warm your day and night
Through the coffee and cigarrets
Roasted and burned
make it those smoke united.
Whats make you enjoy deep within
Just hold it tight added more
Never seen better
When the falling clamps on a boat
They just moved fast none traces.
We make our history, isn't right!
Just don't let them hang on it
Pretend as the stars on darkest night
With the small light hypnotized.
Wealthy is only a pieces of word
But healthy is beyond every words
Through efforts we paid
Whether it gained or pained.
But, still our hand just too strong
To fight the steps while its gonna moves
Till there must be an end
Whereas come as our waiting line.
Sometimes, you need to touch people heart
Feel its pulse through beating frequencies
When it stopped, give them your passion
Let them flowed through the colour
You already painted.
Mind is like a universes
While its consisted various
A uniques colour defines
Through each of entities combined.
A piece of words is still
While you didn't give it means, literally!
Poetry,
A Pieces of Word.
by @Seifanlj
