whirling thoughts into fine phrases
licking words in measured phases
as dust devils of the mind jaunt
the embers of poetry taunt

struggling with some silly notions
to make new with fresh emotions
digging and searching for old schemes
mining silk-lined cupboard of dreams

sorting moonbeams held in one hand
stringing words, pearls of wisdom grand
trusting moments to carve a place
as rhymes fly, and lines run a race

the strong winds of time allaying,
verses stand, silent guards – praying
while dust devils remain, still wired
waiting for those moments, inspired

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