Unblemished thoughts
From crevices and cores
Pressured within the depths of hearts
Until the mind feel itself float
Seasoned flights
Into deepness and heights
Holding sway
Till it renders in time
Some are fossils
While some are like clouds
Or storms that gather
From little wind gusts
With every drop
And every worthy swirl
Every word is felt
In it’s own measured form
Like the magma in crusts
Seeking paths out to burst
When emotions erupt
It set muses afloat
The poet can not hold
Writers get bold
A singer will scribble and scroll
Yet the critic might scold
For the reader
And listener...
Needs not be left out in cold.

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