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Poetic Inspiration By Nature's Side
Poetic inspiration by nature's side
When beauty is there
Theres' no stain in the air
The pure Nature laid bare
Open up your heart,and stare
Wisdom from the suns glare
Ethics from the wild that scare
Born with a hunting flair
Prey and hunter, nature is fair
Weakness when the mind dont dare
To take arms, for life to spare
There is an eternity where
The mind and heart both care
In the mountains a man is born
From the dusty womb was torn
His magic words make a storm
When heaven speaks with his tongue
The poet is the weakest man
A dot on I might break his pen
A secret is hard to understand
When he is known as unsane
Unsanity is a bliss from heaven
Gifted he from skies, the seven
A good word he is been given
Open your ears to poets and listen
Inspired like nabi when they flow
Their words not fast neither slow
Like a wave swinging to and fro
When the ebb is high and low
The breathe comes from the flower
That is basking in her shady bower
In the still of springtime hour
After winters cold and shower
The mountain knows the story
Of those with failure and glory
Still keeps the past time echoes
In thousands years of silence
Decode the wrinkles of dormant jebel
When the night falls like black devil
A secret is kept on a deep level
The poetry is to break the chains
When beauty is there
Theres' no stain in the air
The pure Nature laid bare
Open up your heart,and stare
Wisdom from the suns glare
Ethics from the wild that scare
Born with a hunting flair
Prey and hunter, nature is fair
Weakness when the mind dont dare
To take arms, for life to spare
There is an eternity where
The mind and heart both care
In the mountains a man is born
From the dusty womb was torn
His magic words make a storm
When heaven speaks with his tongue
The poet is the weakest man
A dot on I might break his pen
A secret is hard to understand
When he is known as unsane
Unsanity is a bliss from heaven
Gifted he from skies, the seven
A good word he is been given
Open your ears to poets and listen
Inspired like nabi when they flow
Their words not fast neither slow
Like a wave swinging to and fro
When the ebb is high and low
The breathe comes from the flower
That is basking in her shady bower
In the still of springtime hour
After winters cold and shower
The mountain knows the story
Of those with failure and glory
Still keeps the past time echoes
In thousands years of silence
Decode the wrinkles of dormant jebel
When the night falls like black devil
A secret is kept on a deep level
The poetry is to break the chains
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