Writer's Block Grove

The pen is heavy for the hand to lift.

The mind is disconnected from the river of thoughts.

The muse is scarce like precious stones.

The words doesn't rhyme, like a disjointed orchestra.

It's nothing new, it's the writer's block grove.

✍️© Toobrightanthony 
📸@pexels.com

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