tagNon-Erotic Poetrywhen the pen runs dry

when the pen runs dry


when the pen runs dry
and the call to Muse
is canceled by indifference
the return is slow
each word squeezed of juice

the only way to grasp the magic
is to toll in the stony fields
among the rustic ruins of struggle
hoping the voice returns
and fingers fly to keep pace

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