Inspiration comes and goes.
Sometimes it ebbs, sometimes it flows.
There is no rhyme or rhythm here.
Sometimes it's far, sometimes it's near.
Inspiration has no scheme.
It comes to you just like a dream.
Out of mind and out of sight,
Like the shadows of the night.
Inspiration has no plan.
It's built on loose and shifting sand
That forms the castles by the sea,
Where wind and waves will always be.
The Fleeting Nature Of Inspiration
Like The Wind
Published: December 1, 2020
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