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Apr 2018
You know the feeling
when it is pouring outside
and you are home,
tucked in,
warm and cozy.

You lie in bed,
awake,
listening to the rain
drown everything
in white noise.

You feel the fog lift
from your mind.
Ideas take shape,
building,
till the air is alive
with possibilities.

Yeah…
when that happens,
take my advice –
write it down.
All of it.

Because
if you don’t,
the next day you won’t
remember
any of last night’s
“brilliant” notions.
NaPoWriMo Day 8
Poetry form: Free verse
ms reluctance
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ms reluctance  36/F
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