__Poets__ Poem by Paris Thulare

WE ARE POETS
by Parizo Van Thulare

Poets don't cry
They let the ink weep in emotions
Down to the paper filled with margins
They let fonts click
From one to the another they speak

The spirits of poets never die
As alwys they are watered by widsom
They serve the spiecies from their kingdom
With valor they roar as arrival of eastern thunderstorm

Our combination is more compared to amapiano
The strenght we share matches no alto
The bond we share runs wild like tornado
One is never weeps when one feels

You let one down
The other strikes
You break's one heart
The pieces combine when one calls

We never break
We never hate
We build and inspire
We invent we don't inquire