Our feelings are written in lines and stanzas,
Words which heal and break the soul we do write,
Thousands of stories between the lines we do write,
Memories and mystery we do tell in ode.
Magical are our rhythms when been sang,
Each day we live is a poem to be written,
Just like the songs of Solomon and the Psalm of David,
Tells how powerful and supernatural they can be.
Just like a sword are our verses to the soul,
In a form of a canto,
We do make the melody flow,
Always on a quest to make a soul special,
With lyrics like treasure chest found in it.
Our journey rides like rhyming words,
We all share the same ideas,
And the world is our blank page.
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