When I have nothing left to say
The black letters
Little birds that fly away
The two together bound
Of gentler thoughts made
A cage of unruliness
Where fears are played
Until submitted to paper
Perched in sleep
Silenced prayers
My soul to keep
My fingers turn another page
The light is bright
And empty space
Well, sometimes it does seem like the LIGHT of the blank page is blinding!! We just have to wait for those black letters sometime, don't we?
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