In Search Of Speark 2
I search for the spark that was once there,
It used to overflow my mind like a fountain peak,
It comes on its own, untamed it flows,
Now it visit, every once in a while.
I search for the words that comes naturally,
It used to fill my head, and flow on my tongue,
Like an endless stream on a fountain trail,
These days, I struggle to find a few.
I yearn for the spark that ignites my art,
That sets fire on the muse in my mind,
That conjure the magic of my wand,
The creative spark in all human minds.
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