On this day,
At this time of year
The muse has flown the coup.
I don't know where the spark has gone
But has long departed me
In my sweet youth.
My words no longer flow
And I can't let go
Of the passion that's burning within,
You light up my eyes
But to my surprise
No longer are you causing a grin.
I want to let it out
But the raucous lout
Won't let me express what's inside,
And in my elation
The guise of reputation
Lets me in nirvana reside.
(C) Victoria Elizabeth Hughes September 2005
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