the liberty of poet...

I am a bunch of poetry... Blossomed in those darkest branches of nig n ht…. While it was raining..... I drank the night to the fill… Lost myself in the speeches of dreams… Then I knew the eternal bliss… Of exploring me One by one I met them all…. The magician and his magic … The writer and his script… The rebel and his revolt….. The teacher and the student… The hero…the villain… The philosopher… the realist…. The day and the night… The dusk and the dawn.... The hope and its end The phases where changing… But not the face......... ...