As the ink bleeds
My mind plants seeds
Seeds of knowledge and skills
That introduces beautiful chills
To the reader who pationately reads
Not for enjoyment, but for understanding
Enveloping my heart is the need to constantly feel intertwined with poetry,
The infinite potential to change the world lies in the bleeding
Of the ink for which poetry I'm weaving
I'm slave to thoughts of the evening
While many are dreaming
I am drilling
Through the paper that bares my secrets
These are my feelings
Through poetry I am forever breathing
©unoda
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