Newer Words
The reservoir near full, the pull Again to write my art departs; And I, once more, grow dull—the lull Of fog surrounds my heart; yet part Still vigilant endures: the lures Of worthwhile thoughts expressed, at best, Will conquer lull’s illure, and newer Words will lead me west—to rest. May 23, 2005 Istanbul, Turkey Age 24 © Talya Sara Emery Sign in to see full entry.