Basket of poem

My basket is full of dirt &Weirdpoem! Because I am not perfect! The mad mind writing the truth in the blog for this reason, people said to me I'm imperfect. we all are imperfct Little limitations extremely we need what but gain what? The basket of pome has many things, Nevertheless not be right all piano, never say always love you ! All baskets also never show up The truth! Never say the roots are yours Unrest Quietness Upset mind always But the baskets of poetry Click on the world to make a social revolution