Flood of words

The white pages have long felt the attack of fierce verses with their incessant fits of words
an abundance of inky letters rapes the virgin paper and tears the threshold away from the cover
a sea of poetry spreads across the pages
here and there a stranded punctuation mark appears all the more cheerful or likes it to get to the beginning with shoals of a new verse to run
but if the sun goes a few laps made by the cleared sky
the words withdraw on a bookshelf
from which a scent of poetry spreads
which penetrates secretly to the inner parts of the potential reader
like the tree by the river after the floods brings forth its branches with force of mud
the poet dreams all the more eagerly that  many readers
will liberate the untrodden plains of the lush grass.