Poetry, Poesie
At the moment I picked up ideas
they looked clear but they weren't
disappeared from my scope
well verses, no rhymes... nothing
, my work was useless
much to my astonishment...
poetry has its moment
It's a bird, a wandering lightning... !
Copyright © Alkas Poetry | Year Posted 2022
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