Reaching down into depths of my soul, touching the essence
and purpose of my life, giving it an energy it ordinarily
would never have in this life.
Placing it deeply into musical compositions to be nurtured,
nourished and taken care of in the beauty of it's totality,
exercising and hugging places it finds itself.
Never minding where it ends up, because wherever it is, a
poem will spring up from a seed of thought, being generated
from intellect.
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Definitely, a poem will spring up from a seed of thought, being generated from intellect and germinated by imagery. Thanks for sharing. Regards.