Somewhere behind left in a dream
at least one last line
of poetry
perhaps to be read, planted
like a seed
to nourish minds hungry
or to help me sleep.
I am late in wakening to 2020
it seems..
Somewhere behind left in a dream
at least one last line
of poetry
perhaps to be read, planted
like a seed
to nourish minds hungry
or to help me sleep.
I am late in wakening to 2020
it seems..
Every day is a new day 🌞
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Agreed 😉
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🙂
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