Just like her solivagant mind wanders and the soft vernalagnia colors her cheeks, rosy - poetry swells from her inside. What her camera captures, spins words of hope and despair in her.
Where the heart bleeds on to the paper, there springs poetry...
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Up and down Far away Chug chug chug I want to sway
Chug Chug chug You go on moving, Never stop unless There's a view beholding
I stop, I watch I watch, I click Then years later I let that memory sneak
And share that click, With people many, That relive the unmade travels, Through your pics any
Dreams unseen Travels unmade Pics can't give you The warmth of their shade
Situations matter cause, Some maynot be able to Travel that far, barriers lot Your pics make a difference so
Your view, my view Same scene, different view Two minds can agree On things very few
But when you find a mind, With such similarities, Don't you feel it unreal, Like missing some entities?
Mind's always empty The thoughts fill it up Why can't we just sit And have a tea cup?
Because then that's idle, Our thoughts don't like it much, They prefer playing with the mind, And creating turmoil as such.
Let's toss those silly thoughts In the same tea Gulp them all down And laugh with glee
I wish it were that easy, But let's wring out our brains, Put them in the washing machine, To wipe out the day's stains
Add a bit of dreams In that turning hell And you'll see how the brain Wields a magical spell
Don't brew a concoction, In the machine for wash Mr Wizard the spells best work, When you add humor a dash
The spells work best Even when they're alone That's their legacy The destiny they've bourne
But the spells need a source, From the treasure of our mind Unlock what's present in you And the magic you'll find
It's tough to find What's present in me And even tougher to let It all go free
Nobody can find them for you, The others may just give the boost, It's you that need to rediscover, The place where your words roost
They call out in the morning They call out in the night They just come in dreams In reality, they fight
Words fight create more words, Unless they crowd your brain, When there's too much chaos, Your brain you need to train
It's tired of training It wants to rest Just relax and laugh "Yes, that's the best"
I told you about the humor, The ones that create the magic, See you came back to the little laugh Rather than being trapped in tragic
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A/N Another poetry war with cchinu Though it was a double poetry war, I'll post the other in the next chapter. I still can't believe it started with a photo I clicked and ended up with us talking about our favourite pass time WRITING.
Thanks for this amazing words and for cheering up my isolation days Mr Wizard 🧙♂️
