Blank

It was such a blast
while it did last
A poem on my mind
I did always find
But now it is quite slow
Why, I do not know
My mind seems blank
I just can’t yank
words out of the air
nor can I prepare
Words come on their own
and they set the tone
Then I just write
it’s a wonderful sight
I wish there would be some
but now they don’t come
free and with ease
as often as I please
I miss writing them
and where they did stem

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