Pent-Up
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The words are getting heavy
With my pent-up breaths
The stanzas are bathing in tears
I fail to find the right words
After so many search
Tell me,
How shall I write a poem?
Someone has imprisoned them
In the dark cells
My language have been lost in dungeon
Tell me
How shall I rescue them?
Give a key in my hand
Let them be freed
To the warm sunshine
Let them get mad in the wine of dawn
Let them spread far and wide
Let my heart's emotions
Flow in poetry
Like a dancing river.
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