Every word holds a meaning,
That is so fascinating.
Knitted with the love of writing,
A poet is found of musings.
Collecting every mesmerizing stories,
Binding them together with glory.
Meanings every word possess,
There are fictional people to address.
They collect clouds in pockets,
Blended with their fantasies.
They roleplay every person,
Sometimes they are the flower in your yawn.
A kite that floats away to seek independence,
People who have to undergo,
lacking living in existence.
Sometimes they are angels without wings,
Demons without their sins.
Sometimes a writer, every day a livelier.