WANTED: muse, writers block cure & a yes to the heart. 3/25/2007, by Stilltraveler
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Fevered with thoughts of tomorrow.
Dreams of days that ought to be.
A dry quill, full well, lost mind & open heart.
Finding my fearful faults & changing.
Suffocating, gasping for creative sustenance.
Hoping for the chaos to find a new peace.
Great... ifs, provide for beautiful fantasies.
A heart longing… yet a spirit serene.
Never ending faith of what lays ahead. |
Posted: 2010-03-07 16:39:23 UTC |
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