I used to write few summers ago
When I found a tune in every song,
There was a rhythm in my every move,
My heart was warm at every touch
But, one day, cold winds blew my face
They froze my smile into gloomy days
I now sleep all day in crazy dreams,
Wandering into a fantasy world
I don’t visit that writer’s lane
I have lost my pen and my sprite
Therefore, nowadays, leave me alone,
I am too bored, I may not write.
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