No poem

I don’t know what to do with myself
Its poetry time and I have no poem
In my heart right now
Not that my head knows about.

It falls, it falls light silent night
And my heart falters in my chest
As I look on with wonder
Creativity on the hands of others

It’s a wonderful thing

Think I’ll encourage it.

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