Help me with the words.
They are like riddles that I cannot decipher.
Even at the times when I start feeling coherent
They effuse through my lips uncontrolled.
So, help me with the words and give me some room,
To undo them and rebuild again and again.
Like a mound of clay too ambitious
To resemble your face and emulate your smile.
Help me with my poetry, when I am alone,
When my dreams from a distance seem futile.
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They will take shape one fine day, when its sunny and you see a figure take shape, maybe the one from your dreams taking shape, slowly, and you will see how your words make music then :)
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