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Inspiration is fluid It’s water at the bottom Of a well Waiting to be lifted up And be used Inspiration is magma Flowing slowly Building up inside a volcano Ready to erupt Inspiration is a book Thousands of words waiting Screaming To be opened Inspiration is the snow You stand to watch it come down You watch it fall and melt away It only stays in the dead cold of winter Inspiration is the flowers Blooming brightly Sweet scents spreading And dying in the frost Inspiration is the fruit The perfect apple on a tree Somehow growing atop a mountain And unreachable to thee Inspiration is my head Speeding 100 miles and hour So fast my hands can keep up and those words zoom by It’s seems inspiration isn’t my friend But inspiration is me
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May 8, 2019
May 8, 2019 at 1:55 PM UTC
Inspiration
Inspiration is fluid It’s water at the bottom Of a well Waiting to be lifted up And be used Inspiration is magma Flowing slowly Building up inside a volcano Ready to erupt Inspiration is a book Thousands of words waiting Screaming To be opened Inspiration is the snow You stand to watch it come down You watch it fall and melt away It only stays in the dead cold of winter Inspiration is the flowers Blooming brightly Sweet scents spreading And dying in the frost Inspiration is the fruit The perfect apple on a tree Somehow growing atop a mountain And unreachable to thee Inspiration is my head Speeding 100 miles and hour So fast my hands can keep up and those words zoom by It’s seems inspiration isn’t my friend But inspiration is me
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May 8, 2019
May 8, 2019 at 1:55 PM UTC
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