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| Inspiration |
| By: Monica Strihavka |
| This poem was inspired by Mauricio. He's my inspiration so that's why I decided to name this poem that. The poem isn't really great but I'll post all my work on my site whether they suck or not. |
| I sit at my desk Mind and page blank I begin to drift into a world with you No longer do I have desire to work It could always be done tomorrow My pen starts to move, I hardly notice My hand moves quickly Separate from the rest of me Pen marks produce words With a mysterious flow I put my pen down Wake myself from far away I stare at my writing Don't believe what I see Such beautiful words and emotions! But where had they come from? From a distant place Where you and I sometimes meet In our dreams |
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