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Sunday, May 12, 2013

Sitting at the desk

Four in the morning breeze
Music puts mind at ease
Swivel in the chair under dim light
Enjoy the peacefulness of late night

Thoughts roam, some leaving the present
Remembering things that should stay distant
Evokes emotions of what was or could’ve been
The efforts made would never be a win

Poetry, the voice of my voiceless heart
A beautiful form of intimate art!

Re-read the love poems of yesterday
If read again what would he say?
Doubt it would be something special
Probably just a page full of babble

Music stops, a sense of sorrow
Birds chirp from outside the window
The breeze passed, sun begins to rise
Ready to close these eyes

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