Writing

I want to go back to that simpler time,

Where we ran through fields and played in dirt,

When we had an abundance of freedom, a million open moments,

Here's what makes

the music magic:

"Hit a wall".

He means get softer

dramatically

this has always helped me get it.

"Put the beat inside your body".

To minimize foot tapping

is more of a creek,

covered in yellow leaves and rotting branches 

that staunch the flow like a bandage over blood.

The river in the woods

probably used to rush

like its brothers farther north, shrieking

ywp is my 

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// bumblebee//honeybee//honey//sweet as nectar//you are beautiful//in every way//

Each stanza is its own word. The first letter of each line is a different letter of the word. It is an acrostic poem.

Lots of different words