The idea came
I think yesterday
All laden in glory, no more can I say.
The idea came
I don’t know from where
Out of the blue it was just was there.
The idea came
Quietly
No bolt of thunder or shouts of ecstasy.
So I must get busy, work away
And make it real
This idea that came to me yesterday.
~ Patrice
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Sometimes they come slowly and you have to coax them into the light and sometimes they come like a freight train. Thanks for sharing this.
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You are so right! My pleasure to share 😀
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