Struck by lightning

in a dream

awakened to a new beginning

it seemed.

Ink was in my veins

words locked away in solitude

within brain

then lines became exposed

of poems written in dreams

those that no one would understand

including me.

Another dream found a stage

an audience of critics staring

waiting for another play

of words as lightning lit up

poetry on display..


burn baby burn

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