'Paper' The Ocean.

By Chinonyerem Great Ikedichukwu 9 months ago

Paper the ocean of the outrush

Of man's idea

Made of mere pulp

To pop the ideas of old 

To children of the world

 

An urge you create in their hearts

To procreate and compose sweet words

 

But still aids the transports of words

With thou wings of might

Makes man quote thou content

Here and there

 

Writers worship thee

As though you're god

I don't 

But I acknowledge you 

For on you I poured out my 

Thoughts about you

 

Forever and ever 

You shall live

In the past and now 

You still reign

As long as man still write words

Your immortality exist.

 

 

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