With a little strength,
I wear my hat
and in the verdant garden, I sat.
Holding a pen,
bringing a note
on my shoulder hangs a coat.
Watching the birds
feeling the wind
in this place, my desolation ends.
A troubled mind that can’t unwind
clueless on what words to write.
An empty page that seems not right
There drop those tears that blurred my sight.
A Paper's Scent 
This poem feels so classic B-)
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Hi, Jay! Thank you for liking my post.
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YW!!
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Hi Ela. Grateful and glad that you took the time out to follow my blog. I’m thankful because your actions have led to me discovering your wonderful, inspiring blog. I look forward to getting to know you through your work. Thanks, once again for following me. Hope you’re having a fantastic day
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Hello, thank you so much! This means a lot to me. ♥
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I like how the poem portrays the themes of creativity through the lens of courage, I like how it invokes that sense of cluelessness we face when faced with an empty canvas.
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Thank you! Comments like this is such an inspiration and encouragement to me to write better.
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You’re very welcome. It’s no biggie for me to comment positively on prose and poetry I find inspiring
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Wonderful Ela! Love the singular creative potent and the power of your words. So relatable what you write.
‘tears that blurred my eyes’ so evocative and meaningful. Hasn’t everybody faced that moment of absolute oblivion where nothing pours out but it does? Love the way you write. Hoping to read more from you. Peace and greetings from Sui generis 💛
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Thank you so much for the compliment! It’s an encouragement for a beginner like me. ♥
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It is my absolute pleasure to be a part of your blogging journey. Keep writing! Have a nice day!
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Thanks!
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