My Interpretation of Poetical Ideas, Messages, Information and Resources.

Morning, evening

Morning
the breeze of dawn begins to quiver
dawn
starts to become
clearer
perhaps as a person
you would forget the way you came here
like a poet who forgot
a word a phrase he’s written
evening
lonely breath begins to spread
light begins its longest
constraints
some stars
discussing life in depth
in silence
perhaps
you would forget everything
in the world
on a night
so moving
like this
the comfort of
inspiration.

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