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A Poet In The Stone Age

Poets are not made, but They're born because we We can not make a poet anytime, They're gifted people because The pretty God gave them something Special He has not given to other people, So these pretty people feel differently and Say differently to shape a pretty image of life, The pretty poets are like the pretty cameras Because they convey to us images full of feelings And emotions that make them different, but As long as we're back to the ugly hurdles of life And with a lot of stumbling-blocks, then we're in A stone age in which everything turns into a lot of Stones either in the shape of houses without life or Pretty feelings or we're besieged by broken stones Spread here and there which were pretty houses and palaces, Even poets live in the stone age which is surrounding Everything pretty and lovely in our life anytime, They're merely stones built to be cornered in or destroyed To die among them anytime, anywhere, and everywhere, Our life is merely a collection of stones built or Destroyed which poets can feel them well in their poetry, Among these stones we live and we die without feeling the True taste of life because we chose our way like this, so All our age is called the stone age in a bad time.

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