The Birth of Words
To write is to calm the mind
Words descend onto paper much like the sun descends the heavens
There are many calls upon the hand to wind the fingers and release wild colors
Calls in which the barer remains helpless to defeat
And as flowers grow and bloom, words expand into soundless melodies
Set upon the memory of the eyes
As a fire burns what it holds, poets set flames upon their words
Burning them into time
The abyss of life carries many themes perfect for inspiring creation
With endless time to inspire
A calm will always surround the mind
Allowing the birth of words to never end
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