**a Seed Of Awarrior Poet..Updated One

(A prose which was written few months back) .................................................................................... (for some of my friends whom I lost sadly today) ..... ............................................... for those whom are SO holy in my mind, I steal from my thoughts few thoughts, for whom called warriors and poets.... those who create from the end start, from the failure success.. whom they have so odd stories, filled by pain and long ways of trials, their aching souls witnessed many traps... they never stop despite the stabs their success is the journey... the taste of that rest after walking the long hectic ways..the rest of the bleeding feet..the taste of admireres whom with them so long differ... the demolishing which build in them a tower. the pure feeling which born from a suffer, the deep vision, the wisdom which heal and recover Warriors and poets.. do talk while they walk..they do not sit or rest, chairs are created for the guests but not for the hosts.. .. that day found my self standing again and alone, that moment only i felt again free..so happy i was soaring and realized that i'm a seed of a warrior..perhaps i'm a seed of a poet I walked my long way again once again to start again, at the end i sang for the freedom...my freedom from that chair.. it was a few moments after my success which can be considered as a failure by others that day.... one girl said to me..you are a fish and have been thrown to sea but that sea rejected me when discovered that i'm not a fish but another sea what a beauty, what a greatness when you belong to you, when no one own you, when your soul stay always soaring when your soul stay free free..free..free