the end of her thoughts

She was out of ideas…
A million things filled her brain
Good luck getting that on paper
She never knew how to exactly explain herself
She was no poetic genius
But here she went
The words spoke to her as she thought
She didn’t think other people would understand
But beautiful poetry she wrote
Touching poems she put out into the World
Under the same Sun
There was fear’s horizon
Dancing with her passion
The woman set down the path
Towards the dream
Of being happy in the end

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