Inspiration can come from anywhere
But the voice always comes
Sometimes it’s a roar
Sometimes it’s a hum
Sometimes it comes when I’m too busy with life to write
Sometimes it comes when I’m in a slump
Sometimes during the day
Sometimes it keeps me up at night
Slipping words under my pillow
As it whispers to me
Like the wind through the willow
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