Poetry

Boredom kills

Everyone has birthdays
They come and go
Bright congratulations
From all you know
The Music plays songs of the heart
Yet no one will notice your falling apart.
You’re mood will be improved
If you find a line
A boost of angel Dust, you’ll be fine.
A shinning example of a dying rose
Boredom kills what creativity grows.

©LMS

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