When ink and blood bleed together,
The pain becomes luminous
Writing itself into the mind
Salvation's enlightenment.
Wielding the pen of poetry
Surrendering to courage...
Not letting words die
Giving poetry strength to survive;
On unmarked routes, unknown maps
A carousel of unborn dreams
Drawing on time, finding destinations
Riding a nomadic compass
Trailing, probing, exploring
Guilelessly woven thoughts
Like a Stollen that enters breath
Breaking into words like
Fallen , flushed, blooms
Still fragrant...
Freeing mind from eclipse of
Que sera sera..

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