Like begets like, money begets honey, life begets ...
Hmm, Let me say that I am the course of all life on earth. Everything in this world has a rhythm on this earth. Even the most unrhythmic pattern has a rhythm in it. I am the rhythm of life. you can create or destroy me and I am the force of life. I am the harsh reality that none wants to read anymore. I am the one who cares about none. Look, today's situation the poets are the poorest animals in the world. They were already rare species and now modernity has destroyed them like anything. Some of them have got money and thereby are less vulnerable. But the rest are going to extinct. Such is the condition of my children that the people are troubled by the fact. My children are to be loved and not married. Just love them and forget them like anything. But someone is there to help my children and although they do it for their own promotion but they are good at it.
I am like a river, I flow down from the mountains and then get back to the valleys, sweeping through the dirt, salts, and sediments. Never on this earth, I was forgotten. Every time someone wants to write me, he writes me permanently and it can't be destroyed. It is the word of nature and time can't destroy it. But, nature's way of communicating with the people is misunderstood and the way it is done is pretty bad. The poets can communicate with nature and interview him whenever it wants to do it whereas the scientist studies the nature without communicating with it. But the cruel reality says it all, it believes the scientist and disregards my child. What is his mistake, nature made him his translator. Nature's message is too hard to understand that even when it is decoded by the poets, it needs to be decoded again and again by the normal people.
I can make anyone's mind, I can make anyone jealous. I have been doing my work as usual, but the people don't come here anymore. It is like the neverending has ended trending. The poem readers are even rarer than the persons who write me.
Counting the stars isn't what I am telling. It has a deeper meaning to it. Most of the fascinations mean something to me and something to you. It is not very illogical that the people have the capacity to animate their fascinations to reality and then go back to fantasy. Fantasies are the greatest scientist. Fantasies have guided people before science. However, Fantasies is the other name for the poem and I am the best synonym for creativity. With me, the poor shall feel the warmth in the shivering cold. With me, you can get the greens in a desert and water in Sahara. But for that, you really have to make it.
Nature gave the reality the key to playing with humans in the active state. But that's not bad at all, I shall be playing and continue to play since dreams is my reality.
Hmm, Let me say that I am the course of all life on earth. Everything in this world has a rhythm on this earth. Even the most unrhythmic pattern has a rhythm in it. I am the rhythm of life. you can create or destroy me and I am the force of life. I am the harsh reality that none wants to read anymore. I am the one who cares about none. Look, today's situation the poets are the poorest animals in the world. They were already rare species and now modernity has destroyed them like anything. Some of them have got money and thereby are less vulnerable. But the rest are going to extinct. Such is the condition of my children that the people are troubled by the fact. My children are to be loved and not married. Just love them and forget them like anything. But someone is there to help my children and although they do it for their own promotion but they are good at it.
I am like a river, I flow down from the mountains and then get back to the valleys, sweeping through the dirt, salts, and sediments. Never on this earth, I was forgotten. Every time someone wants to write me, he writes me permanently and it can't be destroyed. It is the word of nature and time can't destroy it. But, nature's way of communicating with the people is misunderstood and the way it is done is pretty bad. The poets can communicate with nature and interview him whenever it wants to do it whereas the scientist studies the nature without communicating with it. But the cruel reality says it all, it believes the scientist and disregards my child. What is his mistake, nature made him his translator. Nature's message is too hard to understand that even when it is decoded by the poets, it needs to be decoded again and again by the normal people.
I can make anyone's mind, I can make anyone jealous. I have been doing my work as usual, but the people don't come here anymore. It is like the neverending has ended trending. The poem readers are even rarer than the persons who write me.
Counting the stars isn't what I am telling. It has a deeper meaning to it. Most of the fascinations mean something to me and something to you. It is not very illogical that the people have the capacity to animate their fascinations to reality and then go back to fantasy. Fantasies are the greatest scientist. Fantasies have guided people before science. However, Fantasies is the other name for the poem and I am the best synonym for creativity. With me, the poor shall feel the warmth in the shivering cold. With me, you can get the greens in a desert and water in Sahara. But for that, you really have to make it.
Nature gave the reality the key to playing with humans in the active state. But that's not bad at all, I shall be playing and continue to play since dreams is my reality.
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