PRISONER OF TIME 1 © 2007

I am hungry for words,

The kind cultivated in the harvests,

Matured by time, rich in meaning,

Loaded with stories and significance.

I yearn for verses that nourish the soul,

That quench this thirst for expression,

Words gathered with care,

Each one chosen, filled with intention.

I am not content with the superficial,

I want the depth that words bring,

The taste of metaphors, the weight of rhymes,

Born from the harvests of thoughts and dreams.

Each letter is a grain, each verse a fruit,

And in the harvest of writing, I find sustenance,

For the soul that feeds on what is spoken,

And the words that spring forth in every moment.

I am hungry for words,

And I satisfy myself in the harvests of emotion,

For it is they that keep me alive,

In this constant search for expression.

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