Without
my shovel
I could
not dig
Still I
longed for the ditch
To feel
it around me
To be one
with it
But
without my shovel
It's
nothing but a hole
Without
my pen
I could
not write
Without
my mind
I could
not dream
Without
my dreams
I could
not feel what
I write
upon this page
Please hear
these words
I've
uttered from deep
Within my
very soul
For
you’ve brought me
From the
beginning
To this
ending, yes
You're
my shovel
1 comment:
Nidhi:
with out our muse's waht would we be.
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