The words are like thoughts in membranes,
Inside you describe the actions so wondrously.
With a soul a word is born to endanger
The ghosts that move solemnly, there must
Be witnesses to overcome, there were many
More to come, many more to achieve in a space.
The words are the brains of our unity, forgiving my
Intellect as well as my completeness, that shakes
And buries the burdens of brethren who overwhelm
With scariness, the same ample scariness to melt
And persuade another soul that is born on us,
The same soul has vanished due to death.
The words override discipline, the words stagnate
The temples of worship, overcoming the majority
Of thinkers, who discern traits and ridicule.
One has a house of knowledge in this brotherly
Community, a safe society, a safer difficulty,
This difficulty supremely enjoys the whole of society.
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Meaningful poem about the life. likes