As a poet I find,
that my words often make decisions for themselves.
With every heart,
Within every comment,
The strength to write on.
Landsdowne Park at 16,
They play “Wish You Were Here”,
I see the smoke cloud rise,
as the warm smell envelopes us.
Elusive sleep calls,
Into Dreaming I fall with
Wishes and Silence.
Eyelids flutter closed,
As the Dawn overtakes the Night,
the Dreaming begins.
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Always remember Poetry isn’t a Choice.
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