A Poem so Poetic, It's never a statistic
I was warned, feeling burned
But listen,the words glisten
I knew it was a lure, but I hope it can cure
My heart, it's torn apart
And the poem
Acts like a remedy, reliefs like a melody
Lookath the collosal winds which made me freeze
I am gentle to shrew, And tidal to grew
It soothes me like a summer breeze
The aggression was a suspension
Nor any depression
I was wondering the dramma selcting a trauma
It gaveth mine a lot to feel
And I hope it makes me heal
The pain was left as a stain
Like a guilt which ever sustained
Acted as a source of inspiration
And migrated to the execution of a admiration
Believe it or Believe it not
I am the seeker of joy
The satisfaction hungers me, pumps out mine viens
I am the thunder of Zeus, hammer of Thor, anger of Achilles, victory of Alexander
I was plundered, When I wondered
Feeling like my heart is a butterfly
Fluttering its wings through the mysterious passages of life
By : @Vickram22
@Silverlily
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