Mercurial

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(Volatile; subject to sudden or unpredictable change)

A whirlwind blows from the east,
In his mind,
He sees lines of rhymes
in the form of a sea tide.

When chaos settles
and the wind whispers
with a mellifluous tune,
In her mind;
She sees lines of rainbow
that gives hope after her storm.
She paints a glass of wine
and watch it come to life,
as she gets drunk with words of rhyme.

His pen constructs reality;
Her quill screams fantasy.

An artist's mind is never at rest,
Yet it has the power of serenity.

An artist's mind is mercurial,
Always in a constant flow,
No matter the scenario.
∞ ∞ ∞
— Cotek
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