A place where the lost traditions of the pen and paper form a new way to come back to life and make the impact that many of youngsters have missed out on. How do I know it will? well, I'm a youngster. Poetry for life, poems on humanity, for beauty, for hope and honestly poetry for anything and everything that a bewildered mind could pose a question.
You change times or times change you
The brewery starts only after its first brew
Oceans come from deserts, they start from dew
It's good it's bad, happy & sad
Laudable laughter with mourner's hat
Walking, contemplating all that could be
Unrelated worlds have too much to see
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