Tip-toeing into caverns of hidden meanings, touching upon past
mysteries of a lifetime, listening to the wonder of rhythms
playing in a forest of innate talent.
Needing this time in order to get in touch with an inner child's
curiosity while writing, an incessant array of notes, tones and
tempos all coming together fastidiously.
Without having any hindrance at all, a special wonderful way
the human brain works in order to continue writing non-stop
for hours, days and years.
Throughout these poetical measures coming together, rhythms
are playing and touching neural pathways, enjoying them as
writing continues, putting them into lines of poetry.
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