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My mind goes blank,

This feels like a terrible prank.

I want, I desire,

But within me there is no more fire.

I want to let my thoughts flow from my mind to the screen,

But my creative mind was wiped clean.

The water wilderness yearns to be wild, no more.

The streets: gone

once flooded with us, 

not the stream

The dam: gone

Listening to the whispering breeze, 

I watch shadows engulf the trees. 

The moon is nowhere to be seen, 

As the stars start to flicker green, 

A giggle, a gurgle, a glimmer of light.

A whistle, a whisper, a wish in the night.

Runs faster than a falcon flies,

but smoother than the stones' skin.

Younger than the mountains embracing it,