Someone once asked me,
What's the power of a poem...
I told him,
A power that is unknown...
A power to convey a painful thought,
A power to help the one who has been through a lot,
A power to carry one's emotions,
A power to cure the one who's tired of staying strong.
Some intuitions which are bleeding,
Or something that hurts,
Some really unimaginable feelings,
Which are sown and taped into words...
It flies,
Flies like beyond the universe lies it's home...
It never dies,
Because maybe the universe is itself a poem...
