The Walking Universe

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He is a man endowed with a beautiful mind.

He creates a world with pen and papers.

A man made up of different personalities compiled,

A man we name and call a writer.

A writer is a god of his own universe.

He creates a world that can only be known to few.

Through words he fabricates a planet of verse,

With a castle inhabited by people who are distinct from you.

A writer provides us with a time machine.

He defies time regardless of era.

His powerful words send us to the infinite.

He crafts a loop from which your mind could not escape.

A writer tags us along to his boundless adventures.

He offers a priceless flight to places you can only dream of.

He transcends space without the need of departure.

His longhand opens your eyes to the things that he just saw.

A writer is a man of splendid perspectives.

He sees this world in a prismatic passion.

His insights are well-shaped and thought-provocative.

He allows us to sneak into the colorful box of his own.

A writer is a schemer of one’s destiny.

Through his cunning hands he plots the fate of his creation.

A writer is a gift from God to humanity,

An angel preserving the encoded wealth of the earth for next generations.

Like a night sky, his persona might be dark and enigmatic.

Yet the stars with their blinking lights are what make him beautiful.

He in himself is a universe embodied in a walking figure.

His mind is a gem ranked with any other shining treasures.

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