Ideas come
sometimes they flow
then
then sometimes
they stop.
The page is blank
not a thought, not anything
just a slate, a page
that’s clear.
Then
then all of a sudden
they flow
in a rushing, gushing river
that overflows.
What a time, a place to be
for it’s then I know
I have ideas that will grow
and grow and grow.
~ Patrice
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