Literature Found Us

I loved as my ink flew
I loved the pictures I created in my head
Now, I’m the eyes of the gods
I speak to the sixth sense
I commune with the invisible

The street was to small to contain us
I lived at the other part of the world
Devoid of light, so water stopped flowing

I walked to the place to get rivers of water
But I fetched you instead

Good morning was a ritual
Signs were our symbol

But now, literature found us
To pen down our thought
As beautiful as the rose
To smile with our ink,
As we commune with the world
So I hope you know the truth
Literature found us, not me

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