A Spark
Some say I once had a creative spark,
Others say it was never there, to begin with.
Few would say I never lost it.
I am a writer who lost the spark.
To find my spark I must kindle to the fire of forgotten ideas.
And watch the ashes of words wandered in the breeze looking for the island of forgotten ideas.
All to find a tree in the middle of a vase ocean of glass tears that no longer has ideas to share.
The question of the hour is how?
How, is such an easy word to utter but not so easy to do.
With a smile on my face and the northern winds blowing through my crystal white hair I will complete this assignment.
One way or another.
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