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The smell of coffee lingers in the air
Voices in the background reminds her of
Lives that moving ahead at a fast pace
Not stopping, always in a rush to get somewhere
Yet, she waits in the cafe
Knowing that she may be greeted with disappointment
But she has faith in herself
Firmly believing that dreams do come true
Some days she loses all hope
Other days she sips her coffee
And maybe a blueberry muffin or two
All the while her eyes searching, not knowing
Uncertainty grips her strong heart
She knows she is in this alone
Day by day she stares at the blank page in front of her
Waiting for her muse to come by
Then on a Monday morning at her usual cafe
The fog lifted and things finally made sense
Characters were conceived and born
Word by word she wrote till she could no more...
Linking to Poetry Jam.
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