Varun's Semi-Random Ramblings

Inspiration gone dry by Prude

My favourite snippet:

…

To see a spot of green,
in the sky of blue.
For a word of encouragement,
to make this seem true.
To walk through a meadow of marigolds,
And let go of fears never told.
To wake up in the middle of a fantasy,
And feel its touch of ecstasy.
I hold in that cry,
As my inspiration runs dry.

…

Isn’t it simply beautiful? I can totally relate to the poem; I guess most people can. This poem is definitely going on my cubicle wall.