Poems Will Hit Home Someday

Words threaded are no better than dirt If no one could feel the emotion of joy and hurt If human heart metamorph into stones How could a sparkling poem will hit home? Seems poet dwelt beneath the surface of the ground Watering each other plants, praising each other sound With instinct to prevent extinction, in order to continue to roam But if we are on the underground, how could we hit home? Doing both selfish and selfless acts Photographer of fictions and facts Every detail of life during white and gray Hopefully, the images we captured will hit home someday 10/16/2015 Mysterious Aries