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Writer? #2

There are no recycled thoughts,

I write as if I knew nothing at all

I write as if I were a newly born

in the art of pouring out words.

All the time am I choosing the words

among that severe emotional storm

like the need of harmony for a conductor

when a masterpiece is being composed.

Perfection is always pursued

but nowhere to be found, it's true.

I've just begun to wander,

though I know I might never succeed.

Flaws are part of the menu,
something I must tackle with.
Spelling mistakes are numerous,
is it time to start something new?