Days by Karle Wilson Baker
Some days my thoughts are just cocoons - all cold, and dull, and blind
They hang from dripping branches in the grey woods of my mind;
And other days they drift and shine - such free and flying things!
I find the gold dust in my hair, left by their brushing wings.
This is the perfect poem for me who has to write everyday. This is quite inspiring! Of course, not everyday is a gold dust day for me, so it's important to have the discipline to continue writing even if the inspiration is not there.
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