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Lost to the world
Gone are the days of the mind's lyrical flight.
As blossoms once sweet now faded from sight.
The poet's muse, now lost in the dark.
Creativity's well remains in the heart.
Extinct are those days, forever they're dead.
Yet...
As blossoms once sweet now faded from sight.
The poet's muse, now lost in the dark.
Creativity's well remains in the heart.
Extinct are those days, forever they're dead.
Yet...
