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Writer's Reverie
Borne of summer strolls untold
Into evenings where countless stories unfold
The road ahead was void of cars
And I alone played an orchestra to the stars
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They shined their blessings from celestial seats
Meanwhile, I looked beyond perennial streets
Pondering clues for my desired path
For answers to a writer’s insatiable wrath
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A scent, a sight, a cricket in the still...
Tuesday 18th July 2017 3:41 am
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