No words to scribble
But a weapon in the hand
And her thoughts flow like the sand
All at once, they rush in her mind
To sort them out, difficult she finds
Which one of them to choose
In order to scribble
And let her imagination loose
She closes her eyes and feels the breeze
Her hands start to flow
And mark the first thought in a row
Some words she traces on the smooth sand
Turns out to be a beautiful verse
But soon the waves gush in
And takes away the traces from the sand
She splashes the water and start to walk away disappointingly
As once again there are no words to scribble
Neither a pen which can even dribble
But a weapon in the hand
And her thoughts flow like the sand
All at once, they rush in her mind
To sort them out, difficult she finds
Which one of them to choose
In order to scribble
And let her imagination loose
She closes her eyes and feels the breeze
Her hands start to flow
And mark the first thought in a row
Some words she traces on the smooth sand
Turns out to be a beautiful verse
But soon the waves gush in
And takes away the traces from the sand
She splashes the water and start to walk away disappointingly
As once again there are no words to scribble
Neither a pen which can even dribble
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