'Tis you, not me
That invokes the great lines
The poetic compositions
Of rhythms and rhymes
And there I was...
Standing on the stage,
Thinking all the cheers from the audience were for me,
Till I was left standing there all alone...
Miles of blank pages
Span the years of silence
My self-confidence
Hanging in the balance
And then the great return
The words again, flowing
At the moment of re-entry
The seeds began sowing
The great composer stands
And the orchestra comes to life
My pen at the ready
In the forth chair, I write... You can join Unsolved Mysteries and post your own mysteries or
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What a grand entrance, indeed! Great to read you again, my friend.
