Where work ends


A bird flying in the sky

brightly on a summer day

ceaseless peace unending freedom

passions playing symphonies

with muses inspiring heartstrings

taste and touch and smell and sound

sights beautiful beyond imagination

this is where life begins

this is where work ends

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About The Lost Poet

I write because I find inspiration. It is my hope that through my writing some connections may be felt. Everything I write comes from my experiences with life, and with the people that I love. I try to remember to see myself in everyone, and everyone in myself.
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  1. Do really think this is true?

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