Rescuing, surviving many expectations in life,
anticipating new ideas, creating visions of
novel approaches, taking moments and putting
them together cognitively in abstract forms.
Filling a mind with blue skies of tomorrow,
knowing life is loitering on shores of desert
oceans, awaiting an excitement of imagination
to flare out and give from hearts of gold.
Touched upon by synapses, carrying glorious
melodies into stratospheres unheard of,
literature becoming itself with little urging
from any outside source.
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