the writer’s block

through the open gates
my flock went to the fields
to eat the grass
to enjoy the morning sun

I woke up,
can’t gather them back
I don’t know where they are
if they are willing to return

looking at the blank page
can’t write anything

I don’t have any words
because they are in the fields
because they are my flock

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