Submissions by viva (sinach)

Shining by the light of our works?
Are they?.Cracky brains making meanings out of our thoughts.
Hearts which extract our faults and i call them blunt.

can't just measure d rate,
For this greatness ℓ̊ have just met.
Like the morning sun brightens our day
Making us forget d pains of yesterday.
Creating A new word with our pens
and airing it now and then.

Can see the light shine out from their heads
The beauty of poetry all In their hands.

Our poem is
the star it shows who we are.