in search of metaphors
you have restrained yourself
of the beauty and smoothness
of your spontaneity
if the metaphors come
let them be but do not intentionally
search for them
so you may give the impression of
a valued poetess
be honest, say what you want to say
write what comes to your fingers
let the letters run and collide
and let them form the words like
candles burning with their solidifying
tears in the coldness of
dawns.
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