Ink Flow

Let the stories echo, let the voices be heard. Together we’ll find meaning, in all we’ve got to communicate.

Woke up early in the morning, 

thoughts racing in my mind,

A million little stories, 

waiting to unwind.

Words like flashlight, 

dancing in the night,

But when I try to speak, 

they vanish out of sight.

Oh, I've got so much to say,

Like a river flowing over,

But the currents pull away,

And I’m lost in the melody.

So I’ll write it down,

Let the ink flow like a stream,

'Cause there’s so much to say,

More than just one time initiative.

Walking through the city, 

passing through grand street,

Each one holds a secret, 

a glimpse of sky crapes.

I want to bridge the silence, 

break down silo walls,

Share the weight of our stories, 

let the true voice call.

In the quiet moments, 

when the world feels still,

Listen to the whispers calling, 

urging me to spill.

Every hope and every fear, 

every joy and pain,

Let’s weave them into-

something special

So here’s my mind,

open broad and deep,

In every word I write,

With so much to say,

I’ll share it insightfully, 

all over the world.

Let the stories echo, 

let the voices be heard,

Together we’ll find meaning, 

in all we’ve got to communicate.

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