Through the blocks comes a phase
To get back and once again chase
The lost bliss of the mysterious paints
Writing it ripe on the canvas of plains
Knowing it ain't more but alive
in each of my word to live and strive
Blissful it is, to be back, to write again
For my contentment rests in my pen
My journey of artistic blend of words
Will now walk another beautiful world !
Shelling out of coccon ,a block so huge
lonesome wanderer has found its muse
Just at the time to be back to writing .
Found a love to write for all of it
The Grace of Almighty is so bountiful
Can't reach through my eyes to HIS Plentiful
Now with the time I get back to my writing
I know it will continue forever ,my therapeutic!
-SSW
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