Don't fret when musing's river dries
that flow just simply slows,
that drought of dreams, your quill that's still
is merely soul's repose.
So when you sing your poet's song
and cry to ether's mist,
just poise your pen, you'll write again
by revelation kissed.
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Author Notes
I've heard that so many writers complain of "writer's block", that highly contagious disease, they haven't as yet found an antibiotic for, we just take two panadol and a cup of tea, go to bed, until we wake up and discover that the dread "virus" is gone. I've devised a devilish, clever plan, here 'tis!!
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