So often it seems;
Rain pouring late at night.
Tossing the covers;
We settle down and write.

The mind explodes;
For a brief duration.
Emotions ignited;
Pure elation.

With inspiration;
There comes a list.
Themes for writing;
Jubilation consist.

Sparkling discussion;
Between two friends.
The best of which
We strive to pen.

Perhaps a field;
Of blooming bluebells.
Or cherished memories;
Fond farewells.

A cup of coffee;
Reviving brew.
Often stirring;
The Poet’s muse.

Fueled with destiny;
Winged inspiration.
So often ends up;
Our aspiration.

 

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