From a Poet

Thu, 08/08/2013 - 17:18 -- Narvin


Another day with

a blocked mind.

The pen and paper

remain uncaring.

They sit, waiting to be



In the evening,

my mind settles.

Words form.

The paper is scribbled on.


Happiness comes,

and I remember

This is why I write.



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