Two Different Angles

My poetry is natural pure as water. I never thought when I write. I write but my assembled for me. Sometimes it donated me more than seven poems at once sometimes it stops for long until injustice never compelled her to open its mouth.

I seen my soul working as my partner and directed to me and covering my cowardness. I get mental on many occasions when I stop to hear it. At that time it also punished me as I felt pain. I never write if my soul never becomes awaken.