Words elude me
Faint whispers
Of rusted chimes
Without rhyme
Or structure
Yet a dogged ambition
To breathe life
Into its formlessness
And give steady cadence
To its stilted voice
Brings me
To these empty pages
Every night
Words elude me
Faint whispers
Of rusted chimes
Without rhyme
Or structure
Yet a dogged ambition
To breathe life
Into its formlessness
And give steady cadence
To its stilted voice
Brings me
To these empty pages
Every night
The ambition is not dogged at each moment your pen meets paper,the spit of ink is relentless as life is spilled upon same in a weave,a weave that would take the hand of the Almighty alone to stop,for He sees every good intention in your renditions……
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Thank you so much for your lovely words Pepa 💖
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