Silent atmosphere
Gives the famous writer true impetus,
He thinks
And writes many glorious lines
With real ease and spontaneity,
It's a heaven for him,
Then he listens
A shrill cry in the silent environment,
Soon the great writer forgets everything,
He loses his excellent rhythm,
His beloved pen stops,
He cries in extreme pain and agony,
But in vain.
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