I knocked at your door
You write beautiful poetry
Can you inspire me meet her
I do not write verses these days
It does not rain on these barren lands
You showed me your secret writings
And I fluttered
Saw my muse for milliseconds
Enough for an injection
Now I come at your door
Give me more please.
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Author:
amethyste (
Offline) - Published: January 26th, 2026 16:09
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Comments1
Your poem revolves around the theme of inspiration and the longing for creative rejuvenation. The poet expresses a sense of desperation and yearning for artistic stimulation from another person, whom they perceive as a source of inspiration.
Yes it is like you are describing it. Thank you for reading.
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