Poetry --- White mind.
Wondering about it's destination
Concerns about it's source
Working to cause division
Weaking my inner self-force
A missile going toward a point
A wild wind blowing off my light
A voice corroding my joint
Dragging me far from being white
Having found a thorn in my flesh
An evil bird flies over my secured heart
Many a time it descends and perch
Soils my pure treasured soil
Having bricks laid up here
Fixing the me I want to see
The past draws me back there
And daints my hard-work
Give me a white mind
For this will be really kind
Surely the world is against my aim
They pound from every lane.
Poetry and art are what makes the human society different from an ant colony. Very well scripted sir
There isnt anything in the world that poetry doesn't scope... thank you
Im waowed sir, this is poetry peaking
lol.. a young friend of mine did that... i am gonna give him whatever this gets...
Awesome, really enjoyed the poetry
Poetry is a creativity art.