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Poem: ​Ode to the inspiration

​Ode to the inspiration The wind is grinding words into my ears, Followed by the sounds of the meridian, A stone is not much, but I would not raise My ears, to the boring noises. The only thing rising my regard, You are, so mantle me, Oh sunshine! Blind all my unease and pain, Be… Continue reading Poem: ​Ode to the inspiration

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