Creatively chaotic, whirling and spinning in a maze of
delight and color.
Actively participating in the excitement of every single
note as new ideas and words form in seconds, on clouds of
wispy, total blues.
Undefined until written out on paper, poems keep cropping
up and surprising this mind deliciously.
Flavorful poems are cast out and reeled in constantly
with an even steady rhythm.
No shortages in sight, no blocks to mar the future's
brightness.
Whiling many hours in contemplative silence, writing away
the gifts given at the moment of conception.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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