BOUND… a poem

silver pen on white paper

Hosts of pages litter the floor

Crumpled little dreams tossed by the wayside

Imagination sees while translations lack the fortitude

Where is the elusive muse

Who can coax nimble fingers

Into releasing these bound tales?

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