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Heart & Its Divine Art.
When I write a poem,
the connect with my logic is disengaged;
The only lucid connection i find
is the thumping heart;
It transpires assuagement,
hearten me,
change my countenance;
Sometimes, it is also my blithe heart singing ebullient hymns,
animate me to write;
I write with reasons, without reasons,
at times with no precision;
But, when I write,
I choose the ink from my heart,
also the art,
even the visions,
inscribed as its core parts..
Heart & Its Divine Art.
© diligent _explorer
#poem #thoughts
#WritcoQuote
the connect with my logic is disengaged;
The only lucid connection i find
is the thumping heart;
It transpires assuagement,
hearten me,
change my countenance;
Sometimes, it is also my blithe heart singing ebullient hymns,
animate me to write;
I write with reasons, without reasons,
at times with no precision;
But, when I write,
I choose the ink from my heart,
also the art,
even the visions,
inscribed as its core parts..
Heart & Its Divine Art.
© diligent _explorer
#poem #thoughts
#WritcoQuote
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