Succour
sitting at the typewriter
with an agitated mind
I wish for clarity...
happiness eludes
perhaps it is so close
I miss it for its simplicity...
words form and then un-form
nothing makes sense
except "your voice"
with an agitated mind
I wish for clarity...
happiness eludes
perhaps it is so close
I miss it for its simplicity...
words form and then un-form
nothing makes sense
except "your voice"
blogged by Asmita at 10:00 am
1 Comments:
what's happening? you've suddenly grown more articulate and ,thankfully, the words don't seem to have any trouble forming sense.
pat, pat,
you just seem to have found your muse.
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