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I sat alone . And tried to think,Of words so grand,To put in ink. The words came slow,And uninspired. No cutesy rhymes,No expressed desire. No lover’s song,No wrong to right.,No erotic rhyme,To fill the night. Inspiration,I could not find,To plant a seed,Inside my mind.

Reviews

[Ruth]

A writer's battle at times, nicely articulated :)

[Baba_Uman]

Thanks dear :)

[Baba_Uman]

Yes ofcourse the poets struggle sometimes . thankyou for ur precious review James A

[James]

This is a cool write, very well thought out, very good meter and rhyme. The poets struggle I guess, always searching for inspiration.

[Baba_Uman]

Thank you for your precious review :)