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Poetry Instead

I want to spend my mornings,

Reading poetry instead of news,

Wishfully thinking,

Of how the day would look,

Then actually make it happen,

Rather than overlook,

The same sky from the window of mine,

Complaining, laughing, screaming,

When my spirits decline,

On days I wish I could read,

Poetries instead of news,

On days I wish I could speak,

Every word in my mind’s book.


words for the day

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