Ravel
I wandered round my dome
unable to get my pen down
I looked in the sky
It was clouded to my sight
I racked my brain
It was busy snoring
I looked at my side
but saw nobody
not even my shadow
my mind was silent like the dead of the night
my ears were deaf to my snorting
I forced my lead down but got stand still
I decided to write out of nothing
for the mood of a poet brings out creativity.
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