Are those part of my folly?

Those words that I've carved to end up with a poesy?

I love my hobby in a way that it's kicky

In a sense that in this world I am free

That a pauper can be a hero daily

For in reality those events happen in paucity

But it's my wish that this occurrence will not be of perpetuity

For most of those poor possessed a heart of humbly

But really of most battle poor can hardly got the victory

But its always to them belongs my sympathy

That If only I got the key to end up their poverty

I will not think twice

Simply I'll set them free...

written: june 30, 2001 @ 8:12 am

mysterious aries