Words

Always finding a way

like a traveler lost

molded fine like a clay

like a porcelain finest choice.

Beautiful explosion

a firecracker in my eye

a light spark

beautiful colors of spectrum

a firework in my mind.

Can not be stopped

can not be imprisoned inside

shear power of truth

magnitude of it’s eruption

can not be controlled

by anything

only time.

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