Bottled sunbeams, packaged wind, a thunder cloud to the sky pinned
Have you ever hugged a wave or tied up a laugh it to save?
Something's lost holding water in a sieve, what does it feel like to give?
Ink feelings, written word, touching paper, meaning's blurred
Distilling emotions into ink, where meaning's lost making this drink
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