Writing after ages,a gap perforced by life’s turbulence. So I thought to pen whatI had been going through. Ihope to break the block . Fingers crossed
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quill for long dried up with dark crusty blues
for Mind cannot find a lively Muse
life's menagerie fails to fire
blank white screens a mute flicker
weary crisp sheets rustle
to free thoughts confined
of fiery rhyme
withering
tales
veiled