To put forth feelings,
from a whispering heart,
and to pen them down,
with pages torn apart.
Yet words don't flow to,
our wavering head,
filled with meaningless thoughts,
that we had said.
But to find a sentence,
that fits just right,
we must will to find it,
with our search light.
The words don't come,
from a mind's mention,
Because, the poet's heart is,
The True Inspiration....
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well said....................