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.
to come out of depressing fissure.
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