the hands of a poet
the isohyet trailing the embers of words
like the conical breast of a young virgin
blooming with creativity as of the ivy
they are sensitive to thoughts and thinking
blistering the scripts with alphabets of love and romance
the hands that creates valleys of peace amidst political turmoils
they are the hands of a poet.
...
like sword dividing the labyrinth that complicates the maze of life
to peace and love two battle grounds
the writer of the hidden pleasures of the shy heart
making melody to the world of admirers in convocation of melted alphabets
it goes on and on...
to transform the days boredom to a pool of lovely lyrics scripted in reckless affections.
those are the hands of a poet.
#poetic
izzybobo writes.