I had the poem in my mind
My mind was filled with all the lines
I thought of writing them all at once
Once I got the pen to write
I found them all hiding,
behind the wall of mind
I asked them to come out of blind
The poem that came out was one of a kind
The kind that savours the mind of a kind.
Sep 6, 2021
Sep 6, 2021 at 12:34 AM UTC
I had the poem in my mind
My mind was filled with all the lines
I thought of writing them all at once
Once I got the pen to write
I found them all hiding,
behind the wall of mind
I asked them to come out of blind
The poem that came out was one of a kind
The kind that savours the mind of a kind.
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