The word written on moon shall be the title.
The poem starts with what the mountains would have to say.
Hear them! Hear them, you writer and let your pen breathe.
And when your paper seems vacant,
the flowers shall give you the right metaphors.
The ocean, far and wide, will whisper through its waves,"there's never a perfect length of a stanza!"
The air will know how to rhyme.
Words floating on water shall have meanings that you will never know.
Coffee will make you end the poem.
Don't forget to glance the dried leaf once, you'll know what to omit.
Now write something with an invisible ink. People will never get to read it. Readers will understand.
The poem starts with what the mountains would have to say.
Hear them! Hear them, you writer and let your pen breathe.
And when your paper seems vacant,
the flowers shall give you the right metaphors.
The ocean, far and wide, will whisper through its waves,"there's never a perfect length of a stanza!"
The air will know how to rhyme.
Words floating on water shall have meanings that you will never know.
Coffee will make you end the poem.
Don't forget to glance the dried leaf once, you'll know what to omit.
Now write something with an invisible ink. People will never get to read it. Readers will understand.
And then, hold the paper with your hands as a champion holds her trophy and wonder how a paper could fit in the moon, the mountains, the ocean and flowers with your words.
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