Inspired by: Debbie Guzzi
There is temporary unrest inside my mind I am neither up nor down. I am snug waiting the clearing. My room holds great view, and I'm free Looking out at sky, and bare trees, hoping for the clearing. The morning invites calm, and the minutes fade fast And though my heart feels sore, I'm looking for the clearing. The bulk of energies I share, should allot me good Only a fool follows a heart, wavering and wandering from the clearing. It doesn't take me long to recognize true passion But take away my pen, books, glasses, and still, I'm addressing the clearing. * (Written for: Debbie Guzzi Ghazal poem contest)
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