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Am I A Poet?
Do you look around?
Does anyone???
The great ones did, and they wrote about it.
(the mediocre ones did too)
They looked, no they SAW,
And they wrote......
They did not choose to see, they just SAW,
And they did not want to write, they had to,
Because people who see would explode, vaporize, disappear, or something,
If they didn't write.
The world has no oth...
Saturday 29th August 2020 6:58 pm
My Window
In the corner of my room there is a window,
The frame is rotted, the glass is dirty,
But it is there,
In the morning, it catches the first light and brightens the bare walls,
By noon, it has become a portrait,
A beautiful decoration, seeming a bit out of place,
When the sun starts to set, the portrait changes,
Ominous, as long shadows stretch off into the horizon,
At night, it is empty...
Saturday 29th August 2020 6:49 pm
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