When your mouth stops
And you don't have words,
To describe the perception
Of your heart's impression,
You begin to write...
Some strings and rhymes,
More, than dozens times,
Full of dreams and wishes,
And your own ambitions,
Then begin feel right...
When you try to show,
How your feelings grow,
You start breathing oft,
And your arms are soft,
And your mind is bright...
When you wake up then,
And recall it all again,
You sit down and start
Whispering the lines above.
Then begin feel right...
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