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Words
Words represent my existence
They are mirrors reflecting my inner world
The avenues where my thoughts and feelings are express
As they come and go in a stream of consciousness flowing from my mind
Words paint a multitude of feelings
Brewing inside me that surge every now and then from the core of my being
Creating a canvas of emotional colors in bright shades and deep blues
A kaleidoscope of turbulence and tranquility
Of my heart and soul
Words represent my voice when I cannot speak nor intone what I want to convey
They are my means of escape from a reality that is stifling and constricting at times
They are my wings that allow me to fly in the vast sky of limitless thoughts and imagination
They capture the harmony and conflict of my life
The beauty and ugliness of the world I live in
The joys and sorrows of my heart
The dreams that are blooming in the aridity of my existence
Words tell every little things that mean so much to me
That finds their way into my world of poetry
They tell of the fears, of wishes, of love
And hope that I keep inside of me
Spilled as ink to bleed in a page
A part of myself casts into the ether region
Flying to the unknown
They are mirrors reflecting my inner world
The avenues where my thoughts and feelings are express
As they come and go in a stream of consciousness flowing from my mind
Words paint a multitude of feelings
Brewing inside me that surge every now and then from the core of my being
Creating a canvas of emotional colors in bright shades and deep blues
A kaleidoscope of turbulence and tranquility
Of my heart and soul
Words represent my voice when I cannot speak nor intone what I want to convey
They are my means of escape from a reality that is stifling and constricting at times
They are my wings that allow me to fly in the vast sky of limitless thoughts and imagination
They capture the harmony and conflict of my life
The beauty and ugliness of the world I live in
The joys and sorrows of my heart
The dreams that are blooming in the aridity of my existence
Words tell every little things that mean so much to me
That finds their way into my world of poetry
They tell of the fears, of wishes, of love
And hope that I keep inside of me
Spilled as ink to bleed in a page
A part of myself casts into the ether region
Flying to the unknown
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