Ideas.
When the ideas flow like rivers,
They wash you in their currents,
They always cleanse the givers,
Satisfy you in torrents.
It wants you to clutch a book,
Bookmark it in your brain,
None but you to look,
A seed in a brain.
But when nothing's in the vessel,
The silence shouts so strong,
Like a medieval castle,
Vast, yet none can belong.
ESTÀS LLEGINT
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