Like a childless mother after a miscarriage.
I cry for the verses that i have buried.
Like most of those wise poems
They vanish into thin air
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Wow this is so true, how many have I lost because I never had a pen, hmmmm brillant.
A sweet poem of dedication to your gift - the art of poetry. Love this, it describes every poet's experience. 10
this is delicious and every writers task to take! words are so fleeting through the minds of writers I hate giving them away to the wind. I want it all on paper. forgotten musings are my favorite. they are my own little presents I sift through excitedly.