373.

September 8, 2017 § Leave a comment

Inspiration came over me like a strong tide.
I felt myself swirling with passion and words as it overtook me.
And now as it recedes,
there is a pause,
a sweet, long inhalation of fresh air,
bathing in the afterglow
of creating something soul-warming,
maybe something even life-changing.

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