Elusive thoughts (Remove filter)
Masterpiece
The middle of the night.
A word comes,
A phrase, a verse,
The first hint of a rhyme.
All, in the midst
Of sleep and time,
Are lost.
At no apparent cost.
Thursday 12th June 2025 7:33 am
Elusive thoughts (Remove filter)
The middle of the night.
A word comes,
A phrase, a verse,
The first hint of a rhyme.
All, in the midst
Of sleep and time,
Are lost.
At no apparent cost.
Thursday 12th June 2025 7:33 am
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