I met you only once,
you stranger, with creamy brown skin,
bright white smile, and deeper-than-the-cave voice.
But you didn't leave my mind,
and it's been a week now,
appearing in my dreams,
visiting my reveries,
occupying my free time.
You strange stranger,
you stayed in my mind,
freely roaming around its corners,
but showing obvious signs
of a coming-soon departure
from my willing rent-free mind.
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No Rhymes, Just Rhythms of My Own
Poésiea storage of loud and silent outbursts---of any known human emotions. Mere compilation of previously published individual poems and newly inspired creations.
