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One wing

 
           
His creativity
vanished,
gone astray—
Like feathers
left behind in the nest,
he knows
something's gone.  
 
He struggles
for the next line,
searching for balance
to soar.  
 
But the mind
refuses to
cooperate.  
 
So he waits...  
 
Maybe another day,
he thinks...
Maybe.  
 
 
 
Written by Timagination2
Published | Edited 9th Nov 2024
Author's Note
Writers block.
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