Words
In my palms with my pen,
started writing but i didn't know when,
swinging my seat,
while i lost inspirational tread,
scrolling down my past,
didn't know what will last
so i compose my emotion,
reading each line of this motion,
writing without knowing the last line,
no plot as this script goes fine,
Without knowing what theme,
the words continue to be redeemed,
the past silence describes one word,
which is sharp like a sword,
and it is inspiration all day.
As it breaths to stay.
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