<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=497991" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>You Don't Stop Writing Girl, Go Girl Go</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">You don't stop writing girl<br>You cannot stop, It is part of your nerves now.<br>Each vein looks for the proper word.<br>Each red blood corpuscle has become a syllable<br>For an imaginary poem in your mind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Each beat of your heart recites a rhyme<br>A rhythm. A sonnet. A couplet.<br>Each curl in your cerebellum thinks of<br>An imagery. Another metaphor comes<br>And you grasp them with each breath.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You are alive girl. Go girl stop watching<br>The snow and make your imagination <br>Run wild like a snowstorm.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sound of a snowfall. A snowflake <br>Layering on the side of your window pane<br>Speaks to you about this coldness<br>This beautiful sound of a very lonely song<br>Harking for Love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Far away from your homeland<br>You weep for a while and then recover<br>Compose yourself and see your face in that mirror.<br>You are strong. You are as vast as the ten thousand miles<br>Away from us.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Go girl. Another poem knocks at the door of your heart.<br>Write it. Write about a chaff. The grain. The wheat germ.<br>Go girl. You are one of us, chosen not to speak<br>But to write.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am waiting for your next poem. Gladly, I am.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ric+S.+Bastasa">Ric S. Bastasa</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=497991" data-title="You Don't Stop Writing Girl, Go Girl Go de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="You don't stop writing girl You cannot stop, It is part of your nerves now. Each vein looks for the proper word. Each red blood corpuscle has become a syllable For an imaginary poem in your mind. Each beat of your heart recites a rhyme A rhythm. ..."></div> </div> </div>

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