I'm not a writer,
but just a scribbler
who copy down emotions-
or thoughts.
It's like a river of thoughts
flowing from my mind
to a piece of paper.
It could be a narrow one -
like in the drought,
or a flooded one -
like in the rainy season.
Unending possibilities,
anything could be created.
A place of utmost freedom,
I am my only master
It makes me happy,
it gifts freedom.
The space where
I find myself.
- Author: Bodhi I ( Offline)
- Published: January 25th, 2022 09:33
- Comment from author about the poem: Exploration of myself
- Category: Unclassified
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