First words are always the best
They tumble off the tongue
Quickly without thought
A sing song melody
Rising and falling
Words dancing with one another
A mind revels in invention
Stringing together new possibilities
Lines of thought shooting out
Grabbing hold of ideas
Inventing new combinations
Bringing into focus
That which is unspoken
Only merely imagined
From deep inside
Coming from darkness to the light
POETIC CULTIVATIONS | A personal journey of poetic musings.
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