One who possessed sharp eyes
Who gazed into the Orion Belt
Might notice
Cosmic fantasy out of boundary
One who has hearing sense
Will perceive unspoken language of the wisp
Words that can’t be taken back
And hysterical mesmerism
Coming from unknown source
One who masters sense of touch
Who brushes through all kinds of land
Experience all kind of textures
That comes from miraculous invention
Of the One
One who practices common senses
Will identify the forged out of the truth
And make senses out of stupid things
One might also discovesr logic
And be the wise one.
One who’s complete with all kind of sense
Its us
We should be grateful
For we’re given life to be enliven
Who gazed into the Orion Belt
Might notice
Cosmic fantasy out of boundary
One who has hearing sense
Will perceive unspoken language of the wisp
Words that can’t be taken back
And hysterical mesmerism
Coming from unknown source
One who masters sense of touch
Who brushes through all kinds of land
Experience all kind of textures
That comes from miraculous invention
Of the One
One who practices common senses
Will identify the forged out of the truth
And make senses out of stupid things
One might also discovesr logic
And be the wise one.
One who’s complete with all kind of sense
Its us
We should be grateful
For we’re given life to be enliven
(Gawsh ! i'm running out of idea!!!!!!)
XOXO
Stupiakpoet
2 comments:
changed ur style to poem form?
nah, just accepting challenges from hannah. updating everyday.............
XOXO
B.J.A
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