I found these lovely words today. They capture perfectly the conflicting desires of the writer. Sometimes, the words are not satisfied until they are out in the open. Other times, the words must wait while the thoughts grow in silence. It's an eternal push-pull; a driving force for creativity. And for it, we are grateful.
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that storms will rise suddenly and protest with ferocious screams.
I shall write poems for the poets and for the songster a single song
That will tell a tale of such beauty the heart of earth shall moan.
But today, today shall be special for all I will do
is sit quietly alone and think of you and think of you.
― Tonny K. Brown
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