In the pursuit of inspiration, a muse was found.
Uncalled, undesired, splendid and sound.
Sentencing him to a plethora of tributes and crafts.
An artistic prisoner whose soul is trapped in everlasting drafts.
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Author:
Jimmy Daun (
Offline) - Published: April 2nd, 2022 01:48
- Category: Reflection
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Comments5
An interesting writing .. although it sounds unwanted . ( the creativity ) o guess we can find our inspiration in all sorts of places although maybe we need something else to find more freedom
Those drafts become set pieces, your originals - or some go to 'File 13' - the dustbin?! Hope not!
...and yet that muse will free his student. Great write.
Welcome to MPS! I thought this was a really great write, thank for sharing!
So easily relatable to anyone who’s ever picked up a pen. And penned so well.
Four line’s!🌟Welcome to MPS cheers🍻✌️🕊🌞
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