Poezie
hunting
1 min lectură·
Mediu
Where did my inspiration go
when I could fly and had a flow?
Why did my inspiration fade...
cut from it\'s roots by s strange blade?
Like diamonds sparkled then
my eyes
untamed then by the “what where when”!
Like ravens inspiration flys...
An arrow\'s locked...and shot
....she dies!
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