They were words,
nurtured by will,
moulded from truth,
reflecting the innermost,
and the most passionate depths,
of a truthful heart.
They were words,
flowing from the heights of creativity,
reaching for the depts of passion,
creeping under the skin,
touching and probing,
the most feared yet cherished desires.
They were words,
bound by a serene mind,
fueled by a turbulent heart,
set on a journey,
to drag to the surface again,
the forgotten and long lost feelings.
They were words,
each penned close to a heart beat,
reaching out to the muted cells of the mind,
a few words of elegance,
binding a multitude of fervent feelings,
to deliver a message of a vehement passion,
the only language of truth,
the poem.
A step at a time, a mile at a leap, to the end with determination :-)
1 comment:
write the 'they' u write about...write that poem u write a poem about :)
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