As it lurks in the
pages of dusty books,
blue of the sky,
song of a bird,
noise of the crowd,
flick of a light,
smell of the rain,
tease of the wind,
whir of a fan,
dew on green,
dark full of stars
I tried to trap it, lock it
In the cages of words
As I chase it,
it slips away slyly from the ink
Other times
it hits me hard like the storm
Calls me
Wakes me up at night
As it dawns me in a dream
or maybe in math class
At times I sit back
And let it dance about
As it runs away from me
But finally in the end
It gets tired and
Comes to rest on the paper
It leads me by my hand
I smile as I see it
Grow and bloom
As I grow along with it too
And thus borns a story,
a verse, a rhyme, a tale
A piece of me
Zaynab
18 September 2020
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A Paint Bucket of Words
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