Beginnings
It was like the ever dying wind
Swiftly brushing through my hair
Sweet sounds of harmony
An ongoing blissful melody
It was poetry
As the words came
Life became alive
Colors started arising
The world was beyond mesmerizing
The syllables
The sounds
Sinful rhymes
From all around
Who knew words could be so powerful
Pouring out by the handfuls
Keep reading those words
Never-ending until the end of all Earth
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