Words are scattered like broken
Glass in his mind
He bends over and picks the right
Words for the topic,
Like a bird picking up grains of
Wheat off the ground
One by one he selects the words
That can take his readers through
Every tunnel in his heart to expose
His feelings
He draws out his imaginations, Like a maid drawing water out of
A deep well and blends the words And the expressions together.
After putting the ingredients Together and submitting the
Poem, he waits for his readers to
Read, rate and comment the
Poem.
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