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A man of words and not of deeds,
Is like a garden full of weeds.
And when the weeds begin to grow,
It’s like a garden full of snow.
And when the snow begins to fall,
It’s like a bird upon the wall.
And when the bird away does fly,
It’s like an eagle in the sky.
And when the sky begins to roar,
It’s like a lion at the door.
And when the door begins to crack,
It’s like a stick across your back.
And when your back begins to smart,
It’s like a penknife in your heart.
And when your heart begins to bleed,
You’re dead and dead ad dead indeed.
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Arslan
Hi this is Arslan
Writing is my profession. I am a poetry lover. And you will also love to read.
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Arslan, another amazing piece!
Excellent work! 💖