The floodgates have opened,
there is no going back now.
silently, without warning,
another thought drops
into my consciousness
making me smile
And I wait for more..
Music
and your voice
to find the tunes again
to receive a tiny airplane
fixed with tiny pins, (taachni I said and
you smiled)
until then we have my poetry
till your prose turns
into melodies
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