Walkin on Air

Writer's Block

Alas! Alas! My Muse is silenced and gagged,
her self-will seems to enjoy the calamity;
I try loosening her tongue with alacrity,
albeit the chambers of my heart have sagged:
no longer can my blood symphony sustain,
it's entwined with critics' unswerving disdain!


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Writer`s Block

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