Let the beauty flow
I have always
wondered how people get to write beautiful love poems, love stories. Where do they
get their inspiration? How do those words get to flow so easily on paper?
How the keyboard listens to their fingers and letter falls into place, forming
beautiful sentences, lovely paragraphs. Few years back I said; “the day I'll be
inspired by love I'll tell the world of its beauty.” But such beauty don't seem
to be written. I have experienced love (friendship, family, self, all love) but
the beauty of these words do not want to escape my thoughts. My fingers do not
cooperate with how I'm feeling. What goes on paper is not what I'm thinking.
