writing hand

my right half tells my left half

to go and bring a silver scarf 

to decorate the wasted land

my broken creative hand

to recreate the empty fountain 

find the source and climb the mountain 

to bring it back, my inspiration 

recipes for new creation 

free to form interpretations 

for as my right half told my left

you cannot win by copy theft.

The End

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