The Storms
There's a storm without and a storm within
And dark clouds are all that she finds
Her muse has grown silent in the din
As thunder echoes through her mind
The wind is howling outside
And gusts blow doubts in her thoughts
But with positive vibes she'll abide
To get the inspiration now sought
The storm is slowly fading away
and her muse she has now regained
Blue skies soon replace the gray
And the sun shines brightly again
Copyright © Joseph May | Year Posted 2017
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