Why can't I write?
Write the right words.
To inspire, to create
imaginings of late.
It dips and swerves,
it moves like the water.
These words in my head,
refuses to form
and make something great.
Like termites and silverfish
that tunnel through words
my head runs out
of much needed inspiration.
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In the poetic mood...
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