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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

This an outcome of my daily thoughts.

 I don’t know where to begin…but I am writing a poem of prose from my heart.  I have no words to express, how much I love writing. Writing is as passionate as making love. Writing is the rhythm of the music. Writing is an orgy of painting words. Writing floats in blue, tranquil waters. Writing is a melodious song of love. Writing is the melody of timbrels. Writing is the song of the morn. Writing is an echo of a floating bird. Writing is a ravenous beast. Writing heals the scars that have accumulated in the soul. Writing is the season of joy. Writing is a passion fruit to eat. Writing is the voice of hope. Writing is the darling of passion. Writing is the sperm of joy. Writing is the ecstasy of the heart. Writing is the pounding rhythm of the rain. Writing is a dialogue with nature. Writing is the soul of satisfaction. Writing nourishes hope. Writing is the fertile soul of love. Writing is the optimism of the heart. Writing is the storming of the melancholic streams of the heart. Writing heals the wounded songs of love. Writing is a bird that floats in space. Writing is the copulation of the pen. Writing is the exorcism of the karma of negativity. Writing is the soul of a voice that conducts a discourse of love. Writing is the enunciation of mystic passion. Writing is a calling of the heart. Writing is music fulfilled. Writing enchants the soul with optimism. Writing is the wine of passion. Writing is a sacrificial tourniquet of blooming a desert.  Writing flies on the wings of hope. Writing honors, the heart. Writing is a stream floating to eternity. Writing is the muse of love. Writing is the ethereal song of love. Writing is the passion of the heart. Writing is a rhythm of grace. Writing is the passion of weed. Writing heals the calloused heart. Writing renews the heart to love. Writing is an echo of a flying bird. Writing kindles, the flame of love. Writing is an echoing bird floating surreally in space. Writing is a war of the soul. Writing is a mutiny for peace. Writing is the process of overcoming the death of the soul.

 


Submitted: May 27, 2021

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