When words fail …

I feel, I can no longer write,

The threads of beautiful words no longer dwell within me.

I’m sitting in a quiet room, hoping for words to fill in the unoccupied space of my mind.

I look outside through the windowpane; it crafts the unclouded bright image to seem a tad dull.

I cannot feel the wind but I see it’s blowing to flutter the delicate leaves of the plants.

When words fail … I feel, I can no longer write,

Or am I writing louder when words fail me?

End

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