The dawn was just breaking
I had not slept the night
Awake I waited
For the sun to burn the mist.
Through the hours
The world had slept
I had painted words
Into verses of poems
Just as the sun emerged
The pen flew from my hands
The pages turned blank,
And there were voices all around.
It was afternoon when I woke
After the sleepless night.
Good one....
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