Mistakes' with small words' can be damaging to the progression of successions' in humanities',
So watch your perfume, sweet children of poetry,
Essential to fill the space in time, I claim no fame,
As I strengthen my game, not all you see is about you reader dear,
Delight in peace.
I come and I go, no problem is it for me,
I spend my time in peace as I write alone,
To fill this space in time,
Alone.
The stories', the poems', the diplomatic goings',
The strong the weak,
Humanity is far from bleak.
Judge the pace, yet not your own face,
Bittersweet, majestic charm,
Go out and try to find no harm.
Like the sea swirling along the shore,
On a warm day,
Throw your imagination away,
And come back home to stay.
