Words
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Where are the words?
They flit and fly And float through my mind’s eye Elusive Adroitly avoiding capture Just when I think I’ve caught one It disappears Evaporates. Where are the words That used to come to me so quickly So easily Pages and pages of letters arranged in coherent patterns Full sentences Words that express me exactly Gone to ground I am the hunter and words are the prey that eludes me I wait I stalk I pounce Only to come up empty handed The page is blank Where are the words? |