Silently somber, traipsing through avenues of life,
seeking comfort from effervescent ideas and thoughts,
able to create constantly from each of them.
Entering spacious beauty of intellect pure, innocent,
intense priorities, extraordinarily selecting words
and definitions to place in poetry.
Shaking ideas like fruit shaken by gusts of wind in
a storm, no one knowing the feelings that are brought
into being when entering other dimensions like this.
Filled with wonder and awe, curiosity constantly rising
ever higher, taking me to realms and places I've never
been to before.
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Exploring new avenues through intellect is in itself a beautiful experience. Thanks for sharing.10 points.