My love_poetry

It is still a mystery,
How I wake up and write,
Listen to music and see beyond my eyes,
Playing with words and my ideology,
Thinking profoundly of the next piece to put in writing,
I am not great or the best,
Though I may not know the case but I try to fit in different sizes of shoes,
Like figure out all the issues and try to make sense in every piece of literature,
I had no teacher and it is not a talent but God given ability.

Double_O Franklyne.