Words flow through my mind.
Stringing together to form thoughts.
Articulating them on this page,
Whether with words or shapes,
As poems or drawings.
Feather freshly dipped into the inkpot of creativity,
Ideas dance along my frontal lobe.
From drought to flood,
A sudden irrigation.
May 21
May 21, 2026 at 8:33 AM UTC
Words flow through my mind.
Stringing together to form thoughts.
Articulating them on this page,
Whether with words or shapes,
As poems or drawings.
Feather freshly dipped into the inkpot of creativity,
Ideas dance along my frontal lobe.
From drought to flood,
A sudden irrigation.
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