Dec 2014
So many poems
Written on napkins
And trashed
So many on books
I never found
And many more
In my mind, lost
In the wake of a sleep
Would now be yours
Had I deemed them precious
Written on napkins
And trashed
So many on books
I never found
And many more
In my mind, lost
In the wake of a sleep
Would now be yours
Had I deemed them precious
I wrote many poems in the spur of a moment and lost them many a time. This was about writing and never finding them.
