Words - Its Nothing The Human Senses - Poem by recky maibram
Words never grown up inside the brain,
Wodrs never contain inside the ink,
Words never define nothing,
But the human senses grows, contain and define all.
Words never creates any stories,
Words never writes any poems,
Words never formed any nobles,
But the human senses creates, writes and formed all.
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