Inspiration

A writer 

Alone, in a dark room 

A heavy sigh, 

a slight breeze 

From a half open window 

A typewriter 

Desolate and uninspired 

Abandoned by its owner 

A white paper sheet

blank

 A cobweb in the corner 

A spider. 

A large and dusty desk 

When the inspiration finally comes 

Comes with it the light that guides all poets 

There is no writer’s block 

Merely a lack of ideas 

An uninspired soul 

One of a thousand 

Suddenly, 

in a flood of words It comes 

Inspiration; 

The beauty of even the littlest thing 

Makes all the difference 

To the one who seeks 

and the one who sought

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