To write is to flush out the mind
To clean up the thoughts of the day
To dig for diamonds
Formed by repeated stresses,
immense environmental pressures
Left buried, time ticks away
They need to be released
The task is arduous
the work, tedious
Successes are small, incremental
If the work remains undone,
they may never be appreciated
With no release, they remain to dance
To entertain, though uninvited
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