Let your emotion burst thy pen,
let your pain bleeds through ink.
on the wing of feelings,
let express thee.
poesy lines immortal be your bless;
cure pain , intolerant stress.
let words create Heaven.
thy glowing Heart , else nowhere.
let it convert;
bitter to sweetest flavour.
as I know,
poesy nothing but
saddest pain....
of smile sweetest.
©astrophel
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