Jan 07
Ink flows and with it goes my sorrow
My muse whispers into my ear bittersweet passages
and my pen travels a well known path
Jan 06
Pushing against the envelope
Breaking the boundaries
Sitting outside the box wanting in
Jan 06
The hammer falls and another day begins
Struggling up from sleep I stagger to the door
Wishing I was back in the embrace of my mistress Mother Night
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