The star has found a new home,
He doesn’t have to surrender further to the endless roam,
For him the horizon is not in the distance,
No wall can dare to stop his march, no fence.
He is a miracle doing things creative and exceptional,
The arrows of criticism to him are trivial,
He doesn’t want to be Tithonus,
Rather desires to leave his mark in style and class.
The new home is new in every sense,
It shall protect the star no matter how dark the cloud is, how dense!
This poem exudes such
This poem exudes such accomplishment! Victory over defeat! Wonderful, Ziaul. ~peace~
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
You are always so inspiring
You are always so inspiring my friend. Thanks a lot for your observation.