THREE MINUTES OF WHIMSY
Three minutes to let the words take flight,
I set the timer, heart racing with delight.
Thoughts scatter like seeds on the breeze,
Each one a whisper, aiming to please.
Tick, tick, the seconds pulse in my mind,
Ideas tumble and whirl, a treasure to find.
A mountain of dreams, a river of fears,
Words pouring like rain, washing the years.
What if I wrote about sunsets ablaze,
Or whispered sweet nothings in an endless gaze?
What if I painted the echoes of laughter,
Or chased after shadows, just what comes after?
The timer is ticking, my heart starts to race,
Each word that I write, a step in this chase.
Emotions unwrapped like gifts on a stand,
In this fleeting moment, I take a bold stand.
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