Describing the World

I don’t know how, I can’t explain it
There is no way to possibly contain it
The thoughts rush through me, dancing round my head
All I have to do is go out and catch it, write it down, and my hunger is fed
But mind you, there is no end to this hunger
It is in every poet, always there, all we have to do is ponder
Some sit in their room, some sit on the beach
We all have our deepness, our area of reach
We all have our ways to catch the ideas that swirl
Our own personal ways of describing the World





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