i went to the inspiration store
knocked on the silent voice box in the drive-through
"would you like fries with that?"
i shurgged and said "okay"
but when i got there, nobody gave me my order...
i went home and cried for awhile.
"i'm a writer who simply will never write again!"
so i sobbed and sighed gently...
and opened my window for an unknows reason
something just told me to!
and in it flew!! a silver dove
and it smiled at me (if doves can smile)
and it opened its beak and magic came out!
lovely, beautiful magic!
and the pen in my hand, ever so gently, moves!
words that fill the room
my empty room, covered with junk
that i don't want to clean up...
and the words spin aroudn my head
and i am happy.
and the dove flies away
to another house, to free another
blocked writer's soul...
and i bid him farewell and sigh. |
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