Sudden Creative Storms
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Initial inky rain drops
Of words gently fall, and soon form neat
Patterns on weathered paper.
Black clouds are beginning to swell deep
Within the birthing - room. Sure,
There will be chaotic storms. And then
Perhaps, if the gods are kind,
There will be intermittent lightning
Flashes of pure poetic
Gold. O I can dream and live in hope!
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