I Write
I write, I write
but nothing seems to come to mind.
I write, I write,
the scenes that depict love.
I write, I write,
but still I am not satisfied
and the women cry, why?
I write and I write,
Till the crack of dawn,
till the wolf howls to the silver moon,
till the sun peaks over the mountains,
till I walk the lone road,
with a smile on my face
I write and I write,
but still nothing comes to mind.
-11-1-2013-
Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2013
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