Born to write without a margin
We are the rise of the flames in the fire of life
The words of disdain you may not like
The hopes and hates you hold inside
The terror and love you cannot hide
The brutal truth that cannot be tamed
The part of the mind that cannot be contained
The bleeding hearts which need no compress
Depth of hope which has no contest
The stars to us look not like lights
But diamonds of life at intangible heights
There is no end to our foresight
Words bend at will, it’s our birthright
To some a gift and some a curse
Written or not we find their worth
Whether you like it or not!
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