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SureshG

Untitled - XLVIII

Untitled - XLVIII

08/11/2021

 

I playfully stomped in a puddle of letters,

and splatter of words sprayed all around.

The minds sponge gathered the droplets,

and before long, a phrase was formed.

 

Like a child, I jumped from puddle to puddle,

joyfully collecting every word that I could.

The thrill, the exhilaration of forming phrases,

led me to pen this, call it what you would.