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Lost and Dazed
Words echo inside my mind as I silently become an evening thought.
With the warmth of the fireplace I watch shadows slowly dance across the room.
I’ll put those words together and make sense of them even if they are mere shadows.
They will be my anthem.
I’d like to know what’s in there, just getting it on paper is the trick.
I love such creativity, but where is it?
Those elusive words spinning inside.
Trying to trap the echos.
They escape into the longing of the night.
They trump my heart with words like carnal, passion, lust.
What feeds these words?
With the warmth of the fireplace I watch shadows slowly dance across the room.
I’ll put those words together and make sense of them even if they are mere shadows.
They will be my anthem.
I’d like to know what’s in there, just getting it on paper is the trick.
I love such creativity, but where is it?
Those elusive words spinning inside.
Trying to trap the echos.
They escape into the longing of the night.
They trump my heart with words like carnal, passion, lust.
What feeds these words?
Published 7th Nov 2022
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Words led by an empty heart.
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