Sun now shining upon pages I am writing poetry on,
illuminating words and letting them glow in the
aftermath of intellect.
Being structured through this mind, created and
developed constantly through music only, drums
being beat rapidly.
Tempos racing, playing in my mind, having fun with
sounds and tones, building towers of color, falling
and exploding into fireworks.
All throughout intellect, showing their brilliance
as they cavort with clouds above, catching a ride,
going wherever they are pushed by the wind.
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Sun is shining on pages of wonderful poems. Throughout intellect this poem is scribbling wonderful idea. Nice sharing...10