manUscript - Hello Poetry

manUscript

manUscript

122 No story to write, no poem to compose, / No song to sing, no philosophical thought / What remains are just letters in memory / Words are limited, / yet a perfect combination an impossible task.

mind got love thought going far enough bought came full always life made every shirt smile bit started wind began place again clouds along inside sour quotlove silence apart right heard called threads fire burning took under without chime sing bliss ideas another searching ended misfortune raindrops days rain feelings questions findings confusion feeling hollow upon story jar rotten mother father wander something real hid until myself home boundless sound turns everything falls left confused alone heart fall must adore stitched lit learned caught places built wore burned glowing same bloom light above between two silences once coherent break visceral idea any hesitation arguing neglecting ideal conditions went ahead rational proposals plausible speaker restless applauded widely dissolved tears contentment song glory tamed fell asleep dream carrying arrived consuming tranquillity woke pain dashed search rest seemed depths vehement process ailment feeble reasonable solace sense apprehension purified eventually ambled glared innocence around