All of us are Poems
waiting to be completed.
We come into this world
as a tiny word,
and grow into a sentence
waiting for more.— % &Then we collab,
with another sentences,
We meet along the way.
Forming beautiful pieces,
As we spiral through
an endless whirlwind of words.— % &And with their lasting memories,
Some became beautiful sonnets,
And some were Odes,
Few turned into a tragical Elegies,
While others were Ballads.
There were Epics, and Allegories;
And Burlesques and Haikus.
Two became Soliloquy,
And one was a Monologue.— % &But there are many here,
Who are still incomplete,
Wanting to be a masterpiece
Worthy to be remembered,
Forever and more.— % &
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