Green shoots Poems just aren't flowing at the moment
Green shoots

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Running out of rhyme

Green shoots Poems just aren't flowing at the moment

When the wind blows Chill Withering fruit on the vine It takes the music From a poets soul

Snuffs out the lighted candle Silencing notes that only you can hear Rhymes in your head dry and cracked like forgotten paint In an alley leading nowhere

Fragments of words Beneath the Ice Slip sharp When frozen fingers try to grasp Beyond the snow

The skull beneath the skin The emptiness within The meaning Is gone But the frost lives on

Winters chill You hope will bring New hope Of spring

Green shoots That bind And heal Within your fragile poets mind

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