Words rehearse
Produce a prose
Or a verse…
Feelings come and go
Without a halt, with a flow…
Words and feelings hardly meet
A compromised text is somehow built.
Naming the feelings is always a sin
Letters can't capture what's heard and seen.
The air swims, the light glows
The flowers written off as lotus and rose.
Thursday, September 3, 2026
Words And Feelings
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