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Today I'll write again,
Ripping apart the dam of untamed emotions,
Digging the deeper layers of heart,
The tale which needs to be known.
Today I'll write again,
Racing my ink with the tears,
From the ocean of my memories,
To sync the rhythm of my heartbeats with quill.
I pick up a piece of paper,
Aimlessly, I began,
My fingers donno what they're capable of,
So, they scroll here and there,
To stumble upon the person whom I knew once- me.
I no longer search for dolphins amongst the clouds,
Not even I notice the scent of drenched mud,
No longer do I battle the army of raindrops,
Not even floating the paper boats.
I no longer scream out of my blues.
l don't feel the atoms of air,
All those memories now remain buried,
I donno if I ever will be I again.
Today I wrote again,
To find the remnants of lost me,
Immersing words into my soul,
To become me again.
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Poetry❝ I closed my eyes. Silence. I hear nothing. Somewhere from the deeper layers of my soul, a fainted voice emerged and slowly, it grew into an uncontrollable freshet. I ripped my heart open, bursting the dam of the untamed emotions, to let rhapsody o...
