It`s been some time now I have been thinking of how all flows - a brook, an unstoppable river, drops, rain, emotions... What is the art that I can bind them? or I can hold them? I often hear people talk of taking control of them and not give it out.
But ..I apologize ..to hold them will not be me ...., not the poet in me ..`coz all that both of us know is how to blot the paper. Let the break out of feelings be shared with no humans in my ordinary tongue, but with the paper and pen that proliferate just as thoughts build up and my mental state ahem emotions, gush.
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