The words have frozen
I can't think,
I can't think how to rhyme
The cute phrases that cured my solitude
no longer rouse emotions
The longings have dissipated
like morning dew
The world is dreamless
The heart feels good to step on
The sprouting flowers,
Their bewitching bloom
No longer gnaws the soul
Even when I don't know how
to write poetry again
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