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Seyi Popoola

Writing is my passion, my way of expressing what sits deep within the heart. Writing as an art assists in expressing what would have been otherwise difficult to communicate in any other way. It helps unload burdens that are difficult to utter with mere mouth

A psalmist  never tells you something is beautiful. He shows you that by his description. The sounds of the words can lull or command that vision into place as it is carried along the vision. It enriches the deepest layer of cognition.

Just as an artist creates a masterpiece on canvas using brushes and paint, a chef creates a culinary treat using a recipe and ingredients. But the psalmist … oh the words of a psalmist, it creates something one-of-a-kind with his mind, his heart, and his love for words and language

The psalmist feels a lot, so much that it becomes unbearable and until the burden is emptied. With the deepest sleep in his eyes, the psalmist strokes with the brush of his hands the deepest things of the heart, and he waits for someone who can join the dots to know what the heart of them hides, rushing the notes with emotions and letting it all out till the heart empties….

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Writing is my passion, my way of expressing what sits deep within the heart. Writing as an art assists in expressing what would have been otherwise difficult to communicate in any other way. It helps unload burdens that are difficult to utter with mere mouth

A psalmist  never tells you something is beautiful. He shows you that by his description. The sounds of the words can lull or command that vision into place as it is carried along the vision. It enriches the deepest layer of cognition.

Just as an artist creates a masterpiece on canvas using brushes and paint, a chef creates a culinary treat using a recipe and ingredients. But the psalmist … oh the words of a psalmist, it creates something one-of-a-kind with his mind, his heart, and his love for words and language

The psalmist feels a lot, so much that it becomes unbearable and until the burden is emptied. With the deepest sleep in his eyes, the psalmist strokes with the brush of his hands the deepest things of the heart, and he waits for someone who can join the dots to know what the heart of them hides, rushing the notes with emotions and letting it all out till the heart empties….

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