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Jan. 25, 2009
I am going insane...more poetry.
If I could live back many years, Past earth's strife and bitter tears, I would live with Arthur's knights, Yet apart from sword, still I would write.
The pen and ink is my desire, Yet I love a trek through muddy mire. And though music is well and fine, Still I find writing on my mind.
Oft the muse eludes my grasp, And keeps away my beloved task. But when the inspiration flows, You need not ask, for you will know.
It is hard to describe this feeling, That brings about such emotional healing. Like 'lectricity through my veins, Flow soft, melodious strains.
I am a novelist, it is true, And being a poet is quite new. But when the plot eludes my grasp, In a poem is where I shall bask.
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Jan. 25, 2009 - Untitled Comment
Your Twin,
Justyne