Writing

It is hard, some days very hard but

Why? They are everywhere.

In rain drops and baby smiles

Shoelaces and cereal boxes

Tree branches and sunsets

but still they escape me and

Float away on hummingbird wings.

Their essence slips through my fingers

Evading my mind’s grasp.

All just stories escaping my words,

Frozen thoughts someday to thaw.

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