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Am I a poet?
<p>Am I a poet who is afraid to write? </p><p>Ink drop from the depth of my heart </p><p>My pen bleeds in any circumstances </p><p>Trying to unveils the meaning of all things </p><p>My pen is ready to talk and spat </p><p>And never run dry </p><p>Deeply I cry when alone how coward i am to write </p><p><br/></p><p>The burn in me when i let the blood of my pen</p><p>Drip freely from my vein </p><p>For dancing with words and quenching my thirst on them </p><p>To write endlessly on earth slate </p><p>As the world philosopher with earth interpreter </p><p>To discover and experience life's pains and joy </p><p>Bring the world within short verses and forgotten mysteries </p><p><br/></p><p>Poetry is an expression of emotions </p><p>In which my heart and eyes dwell </p><p>Warm the heart of curious reader </p><p>To teach the world a moral sice </p><p> And helps to connect it with inner feelings </p><p>The joy of writing is the paradigm of blissful emotions </p><p>If I bleed not tomorrow, it's lovely i am thinking</p><p><br/></p>
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