Words Flow.

Words flow from my brain to my hand to this pen
To this paper, the website and then back again
You read them, interpret and try to make sense
Out of things that are there just for their mere presence
And you see me and ask me are all these words true?
And I smile ‘cause I’ve elicited feelings from you


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