𝑆𝑜𝑢𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝑎 𝑝𝑜𝑒𝑡





   
                   𝑆𝑜𝑢𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝑎 𝑝𝑜𝑒𝑡 poetry stories
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abimopectore
abimopectore Have you ever felt this way?
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Is there a name for a emotion when you feel everything in this world?

𝑆𝑜𝑢𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝑎 𝑝𝑜𝑒𝑡

Fearless and daunting sound

Fearless and daunting sound that breaks my silence every night

Sweet brush of cold wind on my legs,

Sweet brush of cold wind on my legs, To remind me that summer really ended

The distance between myself

The distance between myself and train that passes through that green hill

And morning,

And morning, still so far away but brings

And morning, still so far away but brings the expectation and the fear

The beating heart reminds me that

The beating heart reminds me that I still belong to the stars

Hopeless,

Hopeless, daring,

Hopeless, daring, contradictious

Hopeless, daring, contradictious - a soul of a poet

For I don't see the night,

For I don't see the night, dull and dark,

For I don't see the night, dull and dark, more like a melody that the moon is humming everytime it comes

And you my friend, my little prince

And you my friend, my little prince I heard that you listen to the melodies and swim in the harmony

And the black ink of your words

tells me that we indeed share one thing And the black ink of your words

- a soul so old, lost in thoughts and knowledges of the world tells me that we indeed share one thing And the black ink of your words

I know your desires, which sleep in your poems,

I know your desires, which sleep in your poems, elegant and deep

A burning fire of the sweetest wishes

A burning fire of the sweetest wishes that flies high above,

A burning fire of the sweetest wishes that flies high above, creating aurora of its own

Promise me,

Promise me, when the dawn comes, in its all colours and calmness,

Promise me, when the dawn comes, in its all colours and calmness, we will feel happiness

Forget the pain that our own words bring,

Forget the pain that our own words bring, my friend

Forget the pain that our own words bring, my friend Let go of the bitter and known suffering,

Forget the pain that our own words bring, my friend Let go of the bitter and known suffering, let it go with the sun

And then, we could enjoy

And then, we could enjoy in the feelings of a dark night,

And then, we could enjoy in the feelings of a dark night, where no sorrow can find us

For once we can let go, fly high

For once we can let go, fly high with the wind and dream of clouds and seas

Because a soul so old, carries so much pain

And then burn it, melt it to the core! Because a soul so old, carries so much pain

Free that soul of a poet from tears and burdens of the world! And then burn it, melt it to the core! Because a soul so old, carries so much pain

Then sleep, sleep dreaming

"Soul of a poet" in my language means somebody who is a dreamer, who sees depth in everything and has ways with words, somebody who feels so much emotions.

This poem is dedicted to all of you, for ones who read my poems, for ones whose poems I read and for ones I never crossed paths with.

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