Poetry
In my house there are many windows
I await the shimmering light
to warm my poems
but I am stuck for inspiration
I await for nature
just some simple lea
with truncated river
dithering away listlessly
under azure sky
or a poem about a
sun baked hippopotamus
under surveillance
of a tourist truck
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