When minds constrict
And inspirations lost,
The canvas blank
And hands seem idle,
Though thoughts seem gone
Do not secede the struggle.
The next gleaming rainbow will form
And the drop of dew that clings to a blade of grass will be born.
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Gold Tipped Wings, Tar Covered Toes
PoetryThis is a poetry bundle of some light, beautiful poems and some dark, haunting poems all mashed into one place. Hope you like them. Not sure if you will but i do.
