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Saturday, May 1, 2010

Just when it’s night,
Silence creeps into life.
Just when tiredness arrives,
Sleep seeps into eyes.
But suddenly a thought arise.

The thought entangles the mind,
Extempore begins inside.
Sleep flies away,
Time passes by.



The heart swings,
The volcano of words erupts,
Emotions flow to become words.
Fingers respond and type,
It’s written.

The pleasure of happiness arrives,
Whatever is written read thrice.
Every time the joy multiplies.
It’s called the love for writing.

Such is the charisma of creative mind,
Only creativeness can fill it with joy.
Soon after it,
The soul feels satisfied.

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