Inspiration.A Poem by Winter of '97 A little free verse on inspiration Inspiration. Always seems to tinker on the brink of my existence, always...just out of reach. A piece of dust among millions, calling to me...Entering my dreams, before disappearing into the dull sunshine of the morning...to be forgotten...like dust on the wind. © 2012 Winter of '97Author's Note
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Added on March 27, 2012 Last Updated on March 28, 2012 Tags: Inspiration, Dust, Wind, Dreams, Hope Author
Winter of '97AboutHey(: I'm fourteen years old and was born in New Zealand(: though im also a British citizen(: I love writing but can never seem to finish anything!! more..Writing
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