To and Fro
inspiration
makes its
own pace
decides
the form
rhythm
pause
rhyme
design
bubbles
from
its spring
seemingly
inexhaustible
'til
suddenly
it
dries
I stop..
put down
my
pen..
await
the rain
again
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