Dry days
dry thoughts
no droplets of ideas
creativity at a pause
maybe I need a walk
by the seashore
Watch the waves
see how playfully they erase
the thoughts etched on the sand
leaving behind an empty slate
of golden yellow sand
smooth and spotless
waiting for yet one more thought
to be carved on its bosom
The game goes on and on
by not so dry waves....
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