In those moments

Of quietude

When I sit alone in silence

Waiting for inspiration

Comes spiralling in the air

Whispers of assurance

Goose bumps appear on my skin

My head spins, heartbeat decelerates

It will come

In  baskets of fruits

In time of bountiful harvest

So many of it awaits

For you my dear

Be patient a little bit !!!

 

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