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| 2015 |
Swirling and whirling,
freely in the mind,
words find solace
on a blank page
while creating
mysterious patterns,
almost spontaneously.
Often we call it poetry.
~~payal~~
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What fun! I enjoyed reading this very much.
ReplyDeleteThank you. :)
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ReplyDeleteIt's impressive how the words take a life of their own, isn't it? :-)
It is! Thanks. :)
DeleteYour poems touches the soul with their smooth execution :)
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DeleteYou weaved these words into a spectacular poem!
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DeletePoetry is fun as is this!
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DeleteWell penned. :-) Very stream of consciousness.
ReplyDeleteThank you Cindy. :)
DeleteTrue words!! ...and take credit for it. Wonderful! This gave me a big ole smile. I've been having similar thoughts recently. Well done.
ReplyDeleteYes, I see that. Thanks a lot. :)
DeleteLovely, I like how you describe the fun and whimsical feeling of poetry.
ReplyDeleteThanks Cheryl. :)
Deleteahaa so now I know the definition of Poetry..
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