That moment when he thinks about her, Then the pencil is like a feather in his hand .
The words gush out like water .
The paper fills like a dry Lake after heavy rain,
As if she would be there, with him .
As if she would blow her breath - life to him .
As if SHE IS HIS INSPIRATION ...
By - Aly Windt
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