The Inspiration
In places where inspiration flows, not water,
It is a storm suddenly strikes, stealing your peace,
When the sea of emotions sways and overflows,
Like a stream, the verses move forward with ease.
Things once ignored, now stand out so bright,
The sky appears new, in a completely fresh light,
My inspiration, like a wild steed, takes flight,
Defying reins, it speeds with all its might.
When a wave stirs my heart in an unexpected way,
Without warning, I rise up and step out to play,
Like a whirlwind, I overturn everything in my path,
Vanishing into the unknown, only to quietly stay.
Copyright © Aibek Kalmaganbetov | Year Posted 2025
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