Try listen

The Poet had nothing to say
Divine Inspiration was pau
“Is my work done?”
He asked the sky above
“Has my voyage come to a close?”
He pleaded with the ocean
Just then, a gentle caress of the wind
Snapped him, startled him
Thrust him back!
Back into the moment
He smiled
“I am not to write…”
He belted to the trees
“I have nothing to say…
He happily stomped into the ground
“I was supposed to be listening all along”
He shared to all around

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