Poetry & Soup
Home to a thousand hearts, blindly writting to inspire
Feelings, love, lament and even to their own desire
A bowl it is, for letters of framed words, bonded by love itself leave the vessel of affection
A true poetic heart always sings to please, never for self attention
Let's the stars fall from the skies
Surely I say unto you that a fellow poet shall write of the stars very cries
Bonded by heart and ink
Alike we all see, and rejoice in the act of our own speaking hearts, we think
See for thy self for fresh soup is delivered daily for you to feed on
As new poems take place in the latest ranks so does our hunger for literature
Creating, uplifting but always in the name of this our hearts art we write
Take part in the soup, for it feeds the hungry souls that seek only to connect
Open arms are awaiting to embrace the words spoken by your very heart, so tight
Feel it? See it? Just read it and you shall see the whole meaning! The entire sccop
It is I Darkpoet whom writes to please thee on poetry soup
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