Pages turning
Mind on the flow
Ideas come and go
Pens on the table
Wishing it writes
The way it should
The blank pages fold
Inviting the silent whirring
Running away mind goes into dreams
Only a flower
Enticing a moment
As the eyes glow
Maybe another day
When mind is uncluttered
Writing thoughts
Sometimes it feels hard to do
Sometimes it is easy
As it flows into the turning pages
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