Read and enjoy: poem for all.

SET FORTH FOR FORTH

Under the glow of the mighty moon;

Nothing left to think,

Breaking every seconds of time with sigh,

Peaceful anger becomes shadow,

When seated patiently on a seat called thought,

For every thought is a seat for mind,

Why not just pieces the seat?

And allow the mind to fly

Into a world called peace,

Though we are meant to be beaten

Severally within our chest,

But if the beats of heart

Beat the beats that beat the heart,

We all have to ignore the past

And set forth for forth.

(C) HYBRID

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