The mind sometimes drowns in the ocean of words.
It sinks to a new world.
It creates new notions.
New feelings.
New persons.
Words sometimes float to the surface of the mind.
They sanction understanding.
Embody the most intricate of thoughts.
Personify the soul.
And then very rarely,
These things happen in accordance.
Once the mind is soddened, pruney from its deep extended soak,
Once the words are plucked from the water, leaving ripples in their wake,
One will unite them.
And Poetry Is Born.
