On a quest I embark
In search of the words
Words which deserted me
Leaving a blankness within
On a quest I embark
Missing conversations with myself
Of the poetry flowing within
Filling my empty soul
On a quest I embark
Of the spaces words left
But the vacant valleys run too deep
The trek too steep
On a quest I embark
Losing the traces of the tracks
Words once left
For me to follow
On a quest I embark
To find that light
That compels the words
Out of their cave
noceur writes 
Beautiful! ❤ 🙂
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Wow. That is such soul talk. Beautiful. ❤
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Beautifully expressed
words remain dormant inside ..
like the .. geothermal fountain ..
once start flowing out like hot geysers ..they have curative effects
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