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Someone asked me,

“How long does it take

to write a poem?”

I said,

“It doesn’t take long.”

My feelings,

my emotions,

and my thoughts

are arranged in such a way

that every heartbeat

is already a song.

Sometimes it resonates

with the silence

of a starry night.

Sometimes it syncs

with the noise

of the restless city.

Sometimes

it sounds like

a glass cracking,

and the echo

aches through my heart

without pity.

Don’t ask me

how much it hurts.

When it hurts,

it hurts.

When bursts of pain ignite,

they pierce my heart,

and poetry

flows

like blood.