For days my world seemed empty, <br />as the words had flown <br />never it seemed to return. <br />Then I woke up this morning <br />and they were back again. <br />As if by magic, <br />my pen did not want to stop writing again. <br />The words are flowing again <br />like water from a full open tap, <br />so fast sometimes <br />that I can barely get them down on paper <br />before the next lot come around. <br />Where they being stored for just this certain day? <br />I do not care for the answer <br />only that they are back again <br />and my pen is overflowing <br />once more with new ideas. <br />All I can do is hope they will not go away again, <br />at least for a little while.<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/back-again-13/
