A Poem

Let's make a poem.

Let's sit and think about things that will not be important

In years to come.

Let's compose a verbal melody that will elevate our minds of a stillness.

A verbal lullaby that causes a shut eye to transform into an open mind.

And let the heart speak

Because we know the mind is too busy at work.

And then a truth leaks

And it lingers and it lurks and it freezes us

Or it may free us.

Let's let our mind be the sea of endlessness when even our mind refuses to allow it,

And grow with livlihood, much far from merely movement.



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