A Birth
This dreamlike state
Where words are born to float on by
This dreamlike state
A poet can sit, contemplate
Without a pause, or hurried sigh
Just wait, without thinking of why
This dreamlike state.
A simple thought
Occurred while sitting in this trance
A simple thought
So brief the pen was barely caught
Yet poet wrote a verse perchance
As ink takes life and dares romance
A simple thought.
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