I stare down at this white expanse
where has she gone
Is she lost in the emptiness trying
to find her way
Or has gone to find one more
worthy of her gift
Still, I stare at this white expanse
pray for her return
Frozen in place unable to move
forward unable to retreat
She will return and bestow her gift
I had to believe
At best I hope that one of us will
escape this white expanse
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Author:
gramann001 (
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- Comment from author about the poem: waiting for inspiration in the middle of the night
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