There are words strung into poetry.
Poetry created for granted.
Flow of thinking towards the end of the pen.
Without spoken, only implied.
Expression of dim heart.
Repellent turmoil that hit in the chest .
One word of no meaning, a series of words to find meaning;
the meaning of life, the meaning of love , the meaning of suffering, the meaning of whatever it was.
The world can not change, only poetry can created.
Trying to decorate the world without change it.
