No words to write, No tale to tell
Head floating in the air
No left or right, No heaven's hell
Such feeling, Oh, so rare
No words to jump, the page is clean
The poet eyes snoozing
Heart does not pump, won't make a scene
Don't worry he's not losing
Just need a time, to be back again
From the graveyard calling
By precise rhyme, and renewed pen
The poet's ideal morning...
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July 11, 2017
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A Better Place
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