your words
are poetry too
stagnant in my mood
not sure
how to respond
should i rake the leaves
leave them to mulch
against the chilled wind
ready to depart
east to west
rolling rock down the hill
i am
thoughts: they come
thoughts: they come
your words
are poetry too
stagnant in my mood
not sure
how to respond
should i rake the leaves
leave them to mulch
against the chilled wind
ready to depart
east to west
rolling rock down the hill
i am
words are my jai guru
he says you know
i am a man of dreams
so it seems
not real
how does anyone feel?
lmao
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He must be some poet if his poetry makes you want to rake the leaves. LOL
I love to read your writing.
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Hahaha… i wasnt quite envisioning literal leaves… but the point is taken well. Can you imagine someone writing so many pages of poems… you could stitch them into a quilt and keep warm? Or rake and dispose of them? š±š
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