I don’t want to stop these words that are blowing from my pen and that just want to come out and fly, whirl fiercely and move the air They don’t want to be interrupted by a dot or any punctuation Not even give space to a white line in between or make room for any interpretation A strong breeze that blows all ego fears over With one breath one stroke of the pen they make a tornado They take the stage take the whole paper It is no rage no thunder but a storm of love
©RoseGirl2019
The formatting of the poem itself adds another layer to the words and idea. Nice work!
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Ah thank you! 🙂
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Ah, to throw off the shackles of punctuation!! I love it!! 👍🖤
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Thank you! 🙂🙏🏻
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