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What to do when the words dry up
When the stories become fewer and fewer.
Shall I retire to my self-made tower of illusion
Where reality twists and turns
Around invisible barriers and into multiple shades.
It’s a place where I feel safe
Away from everything threatening
Where time could, maybe, even speculate
A beginning with no ending or an ending with no beginning.
I’ll perch here a while and see if anyone notices.
Written for: https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2019/03/26/photo-challenge-256/
Morpethroad 
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PURE MAGIC, CHINA
Thanks China, very flattering.
Melodic, and sad. And it seems inspiration has already returned. 🙂
You could be right.
🙂