You know poet,
Once you're done
So much is no longer mine.
I feel.
Then think-Why isn't this just what...
Then feel,
But self consciously.
You know poet,
Once you're done
You lose me my voice.
I speak.
Then retract-Why,it's so commonplace!
Then speak
The commonplace.
You know poet.
This,
MY afternoon
Is sun washed?
No...drenched.
I try soaked
Then give up.
You know poet,
Once you're done
So much is no longer mine.
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You know poet. You understand. And I have missed your poetry.
I have missed writing too.
Ki baal life eta.
Oh. Simple. :]
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