My mind is a
bloating paper
which absorbs
the images of what I see
the lines I read
the voices I hear
the rhythms I learn
meters and rhymes
the mixture of emotions
like
joys,
anger,
sorrows,
ecstacies,
my sensitivities
agony,
separation
and pains
my dreams
reveries
and nightmares
uncertainities
certainties
apprehensions
all indelibly imprinted
on the inner wall of
my mind,
never ever to be erased
everything
a blessing
and curse
the same time.
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