Wordless I sit
I’ve lost all rhyme and rhythm,
Words I can grasp slip thru
My fingers
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I have that feeling sometimes. Nice poetic formation there. Kip writing.
Original crisis of word-artist. Can any expealladotious word / knock on the door? Beautiful expectation and mysterious too. So many lines are here so touchy! Good poem. Regards, pranab 10
Like your work.... nice