A Feeling of Happiness
A quiet place to write the words you thought.
Thoughts, more and more
-cramming into your head.
Headings on papers, but no story to speak.
Speaking the words out loud tend to help,
But no one can hear you.
Hearing your words speak back to you
As the wind howls.
Winding your way back to reality.
Reality is to far lost,
your surrounded by peace,
to far lost for you to come -through.
Through the trees you see the one.
One person, one inspiration.
Inspiration flows from Him.
They who listens and speaks the same language.
Language, the thing that makes this man.
Language! The thing calling for our inspiration"
Inspiration is a poet's jubilation.
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