Dreamborn - Paper Souls #4
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kgirl “In a place where fantasy meets reality”
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Sometimes, what comes from a dream is even more solid and real than the things and people we’ve been used to.

Dreamborn - Paper Souls #4

All poets already know

All poets already know They need to become friends with time,

For their poems will be forever woven in

For their poems will be forever woven in Words

For their poems will be forever woven in Words And

For their poems will be forever woven in Words And Rhyme.

Indeed,

Indeed, how strange it is,

Indeed, how strange it is, That men of mortality can create immortality by writing down on frail paper.

As if frail paper burns or is lost,

As if frail paper burns or is lost, As long as the poem still lives in the heart of the poet and of those who have read it,

As if frail paper burns or is lost, As long as the poem still lives in the heart of the poet and of those who have read it, It will continue on existing forever.

But beware!

Those who only write for the riches,

Those who only write for the riches, and the fame,

Those who only write for the riches, and the fame, and the glory,

Beware,

Beware, For the poems they write may exist in eternity,

Beware, For the poems they write may exist in eternity, But the poets will never think of writing as their passion,

Thus, they will never know what acting out of passion is,

And passion will not reckon them any merit.

The old man, lost in his thoughts as usual, knew that the guy with the notebook was searching for answers.

The old man, lost in his thoughts as usual, knew that the guy with the notebook was searching for answers. Therefore, for him.

The writer,

The writer, The dreamborn,

The writer, The dreamborn, He had been through pain, And just like every pained soul, he would search for answers,

Not trusting anyone,

Not trusting anyone, Nor anything,

Not trusting anyone, Nor anything, Before the answers he could see with his own eyes and feel with his own soul.

And the old man would gladly give him his answers.

Funny though, the old man thought,

Funny though, the old man thought, How masterpieces often bloom after tragedies.

And even when they’ve been through the worst of nightmares,

And even when they’ve been through the worst of nightmares, Writers always continue on having the gentlest nature and that delicate curiosity and passionate attitude towards the things of life.

That’s why, Having lived the nightmare, but still grasping for the sun light,

They bury deep down their pain

Transform it into Beautiful words

And make it relatable To anyone Who searches for a Deeper meaning.

Who,

Who, deep down,

Who, deep down, Shares their same scars.

The old man smiled. It was a bittersweet smile.

Dreamborns —

Dreamborns — there was no such human as a dreamborn.

They were fascinating souls,

They were fascinating souls, Like no other could ever be.

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