Midnight Poet In Hiding
Waiting, springtime rains coming soon
I'll be listening to the beat
While the rain
Drop
Drop
O
N
T
O
The landscape adorn of
Sunsets
Water
Mountains
Grass
Trees
I dream of a mind as peaceful as a meadow
Incessant thoughts spinning around me
I’ll write you with jazz playing
Wine in the bottle
A pen in a poet’s hands
A word, written and shared
From Midnight Poet In Hiding
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