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And here I'm alone
between these four walls
recollecting lost ideas
sorting out jumbled words
for I have lost my composure
and my grasp on what letters could do
many times I feel
passion dwells in my heart
creativity lies in my mind
writing is in my dream
yet, when the dry wind blows
all gone, even the tiniest of ideas
leaving a dream remains a dream
And today, still feeling the emptiness
but trying to throw pebbles of thoughts
into the pond of creativity
no ripples.....
stagnant in the shallowness of ideas
© 2015 Balqis
