Molder of thought,
Reliever of rank need,
Drip into my silent moments your sweet waters.
Give me heed,
Your support restores,
Buoys with constructive boldness efforts to feed.
Muse, use me.
Poems will then come forth.
Unworded creations will give birth as they ought.
Oct 18, 2016
Oct 18, 2016 at 12:14 PM UTC
Molder of thought,
Reliever of rank need,
Drip into my silent moments your sweet waters.
Give me heed,
Your support restores,
Buoys with constructive boldness efforts to feed.
Muse, use me.
Poems will then come forth.
Unworded creations will give birth as they ought.
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