With the departure of mist When season changes and spring shifts Moist in air fierce to dry drift The month of rebirth 'April ' then commence I celebrate flow of emotions with reverence Spirituality then awakes within Up bring muses of credence Azure sky fuses contemplation and inspiration evaluates a new creation here the Words rule without any domination The same happened to me when I found myself deceive from expressions The Writer's Block A year passed with no new muse I was so confused If I'll be able to write anymore OR Is the poetic journey destined no more Like every year the month of rebirth commenced But this time along with the blessings of Poetic Treasure that allows my inner Me to come out of depressing fissure.