Inspiration

Sitting at the water’s edge, waiting for inspiration to strike.
The moisture rising from the ground, passing through my clothes.
The breeze is cold, yet gentle on my skin.
Emotions are so raw, and thoughts are so jumbled.
Finding words to make sense of it all, seems an impossible task.
The sun disappears and the stars take to the sky,
But still I am here – sitting, waiting, writing –
And wondering why.

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