This poem,
Is like a resurrection
Ideas dead
The page empty
No sign of life
And then
Almost from nowhere
The cursor moves
and breaks the curse
of stagnation,
And absence of inspiration ,
where once we had nothing,
we have something,
Life from death.
You want proof
well you're reading this
Aren't you?
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