Wednesday, 08 October 2008
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Loss of Words
Under the stars
I sit and I wait
for it all to come back to me.
I breathe a sigh
touch my pen to my paper
and will it to start to write.
Refusing again,
I close my eyes
clearing my mind of distracting thoughts.
The crickets chirping
the wind howling
all music to my ears
so why won't my pen write these down
coherently, simple, extravagant.
Perfectly placed
thoughtful,
meaningful,
for anyone to read
why won’t my thoughts come back to me?
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