don’t read my poems, please <br />for I never write one to be read <br />in reading the essence is made substance <br />in feeling the substance is made essence. <br /> <br />poetry is for soul <br />just as books for mind <br />I arranged a bouquet of words <br />in a tiny string, invisible <br />to tell the world <br />of another world within me, <br />that yearn in pain <br />that whine in pleasure. <br />I tell you of a world indescribable by writings <br />so I make garlands of words <br />throughout the seasons I arrange them <br />some apart, some together <br /> <br />when the soul desire to speak <br />the mind refuse to understand, <br />so locking the mind awhile <br />the soul engross itself in this <br />and a poetry garland <br />I made for you to feel. <br /> <br />©2006 cyclopseven. All rights reserved.<br /><br />cyclopseven Ram<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/don-t-read-my-poems-please/
