Tuesday, June 11, 2024

thoughts

you set the background
on a new page
It remains blank 
nothing to engage
no thoughts come to mind
no ideas that come forth
no memoires shared
from west or the north
thoughts used to flow
a pen that would write
from early in the morning
to the dead of night
maybe they escape you
from what's perfect you found
and now you rest easy 
when your head is layed down
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Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License

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