5 views
Whispers of Inspiration
My pen seems to have run out of ink,
And my inspiration's grown thin, I think.
The blooming words that once danced and swirled,
Now dry and wither in this quiet world.
But do not fret, for in the...
And my inspiration's grown thin, I think.
The blooming words that once danced and swirled,
Now dry and wither in this quiet world.
But do not fret, for in the...
