Well of Words
My well of words is empty.
I watch dutifully the peaks above me.
I wait with patience.
Brooding, surly, wondering.
The sun will rise.
But my well of words is empty.
My well of words is empty.
I watch dutifully the peaks above me.
I wait with patience.
Brooding, surly, wondering.
The sun will rise.
But my well of words is empty.
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Brad
December 10, 2009like