I have an urge,
and so I write
whatever I feel inside
be it pain,
be it strife,
a symphony,
the joys of life
Whatever it is I feel
flows out steadily,
like a wheel
A wheel that rolls across my page
emotions that cannot be caged.
And so I continue,
on and on
until the coming of the dawn
Then I lie still, and contemplate
swirling 'bouts
of love and
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