Dipping its head in a basin of black,
scratching the surface with its usual grace,
words form with such delight,
creating a single thought on paper.
The dipping and scratching continue,
more words float in the horizon,
strung together to make a meaning,
out of the endless chaos that surrounds
a mind pumping poetry and music,
out of its veins with every heartbeat.
A pause here and there as thoughts collect,
gaining speed yet slowing down,
marked with blots and tears,
a story unravels with every breath it takes,
with lyrics from songs forgotten,
a tribute to the one who holds her heart,
a fairytale that has no ending.



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