Monday, August 12, 2013


She paints the walls
creating a clean canvas for her thoughts.
Words slip through her mind
she reaches, they elude her
Her train of thought is gone
Left with nothing but the feeling
of something dear, now lost.
She waits...
for the words to flock again.
Flooding her mind like a murmuration
crowding to overflow her pen
and spill onto the paper.

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