Have you wondered how the world would be?
Without poems and stories, that are free,
There is a price for everything in this world,
Even the pride, even the dignified hull,
But what if, I tell you there are things more gratuitous,
That they develop without any apparatus,
These stories that I say are conveyed not in writing,
Politely they stare at the world, enlightening.
These unheard anecdotes of inexpressive stouts,
Can make you emotional, and even intrigue to shout,
These stories that are concealed in their heart,
It would take an eternity to get them to start.
They are shy and reclusive and even abandoned,
In the world of no mercy, of branded,
They stay quiet and observe your every deed,
They are listening carefully to your mysterious creed.
The legacy of these writers is often untold,
But have a journal, in their hearts, kept unfold,
The time will come when these stories will arise,
They are waiting patiently, these poets in disguise
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