untitled No. 11

Nobody knows

how we knit the words,

Even us

we even don’t know.

They go out by themselves,

The words,

have life in themselves

have a heart

have a soul.

It’s like breathing,

It’s not like going to work,

We make it automatically,

nobody forces us to do so.

So,

I push yourself

to stop reading,

to take a pen and

to create worlds

to put feelings into action,

just …

… let the rhymes flow.

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