My deepest thoughts
The strongest imagination
My utmost desires
My muse, my inspiration
Where art thou?…
I ask to the winds revolving mine mind
She´s gone out of thine sights, so it says
And sadness pours out of the plain sky
With no blue but gray shades overcasting
The memoirs of what is now gone
Gone with the light my eyes long to see
©Carlos di Paulo Zozaya
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