She sat, just like that, she sat in the middle of the land where she supposed to find a path.
She just got tired to walk after a long, long, lonely journey...
Her muses were gone and her words had run dry. A cold desert was now her world.
Nights are longer now that her eyes can not find her star in the sky.
One by one they were gone...
Sat there, as if waiting for something, she stares at a pack of forsaken heirlooms,
all inhereted by the one that as ashes now lied into a clay urn in a seal chest in a delapidated gravier somewhere away...
well, I´m not so sure what is this piece of writing...though, the day I wrote it I was thinking on the lack of inspiration...anyway I hope it sounds ok ^^
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