Dig a pit, put your words there. Seal it down. Water it everyday. That's how poetry grows, it blooms words . It's meaning stretched like the roots deep down. Nurture her. Don't pluck the words, let it bear seed and pollens. Let them fly away and sprinkle life into other sterile souls. Let it be productive. Let it help others. Let it spread it's meaning and words. And eventually,
That's how a forest of poetry grows.
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Kintsukuroi
Poetry✨Broken things can be mended with gold plated words.✨ Highest ranking : #26 in poetry. I hope you feel good as you turn the pages. Do vote !
