Feeling empty and fulfilled at once.
Because
WORDS
Are almost like
SMOKE
You try to CATCH them.
You try to get the sense of it.
But before you get the chance
They are PASSING
The words are leaving your mind
They're FADING
Just try to CATCH them.
Before they are FADING again
For ONE moment.
For ONE poem.
Catching smoke.
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