Poems seek a home
When the bent mind has nowhere to go,
it begs for a soliloquy.
There is no inspiration formulae
The moon is. A paper boat at sea.
A silent annoyance.
Words seek a voice and a sentiment.
I’ve never seen such beautiful eyes, he said.
You’ve never seen someone this sad, said she.
Life forges on, servant to seasons.
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