Inspired
It didn't come from me,
Perhaps through,
But not from,
It was external.
Rich and blossoming,
Wind caressing my cheek,
Water lapping at my feet.
It moved me,
It scared me,
And I had to express it.
It flowed,
From my pen,
From my mind,
From my mouth.
Perhaps I expressed it,
But I did not create it.
It came through me
Not from me.
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