The wind picked up in gusts
A cool breeze carrying away forbidden lust.
Zephyr caresses a broken soul
Streaming through an alley in unbreakable flow.
Lifting up a single blank paper
Dancing with the help of invisible vapor.
The tablet whips with the wind
It curves, folds, and bends.
Now, ink begins to rain down
Pelting the paper to the ground.
Penned by thoughts downpour
Imaginations process, Poet's Lore.
Deuterscopy behind the rain
Vertex met petro-stain.
Words filling up the page's brim
Creativity grows from who I am.