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Wild and Free
The Muse is flowing
Poetry running free
Like wild mustangs through
my head
Words flow across the pages
reminding me of Spring rivers rising
The words won’t come to me when
I want them…
need them…
Words are fickle and have
a life of their own
Playing out sagas in black
across white pages lined in blue
I give in…
And …
give up…
to the words…
the Muse…
I let the words have their way
Perhaps…
Should I give them their due…
their own free will…
loosen the reins…
they will allow me at some point soon
(I hope)
to manipulate them to my will…
Until then, they are like children
running wild and free…
coming out to play on a whim…
always teaching me the
lessons of freedom.
© 2013 Annie Original Poetry
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie
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