My heart is a library
with books of pain,
chapters of spring
and chapters of rain,
thousands of shelf
and millions of book,
all can explain
how life actually look,
Memorable stories
with happy endings,
some are fairytale
and some are thundering,
books filled with
laugh and tears,
revenge from haters
and love for dears,
But close to my heart
is the poetry part,
lots of poem
and the poet I am,
poetries of love
poetries of war,
some of them
took me so far,
from the world of sorrows
to the dream of stars__