This is the only stanza That sits in the moonlight singing That rises from sleep Because the sun shines . All the rest comes during darkness It becomes a poem For many different reasons. Not even nightly sleep Can change the poets mind . It's normal procedure to care And to write without a dare Then hit a certain nerve Before he knows it. I ache and I bleed From the deepest part of my being. Who has amnesia ? You'll never know if muse will roar On any given Sunday !
Wednesday, April 11, 2012
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The poets song is how I see this,beautifully put,love it x
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