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Isaac Sunday Poem
I'm in love affair with poetry and I love the way she moves. Possessing me like a ghost, one that never quite goes away.
And I sway with her between the lines, in a perfect rhythm. Dancing on the motion of her syllables, flicks of the tongue and when she holds me tight, my spirit is forever young.
While she's sound asleep, late at night, I wrote myself into her dreams.
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She woke up later and said, "hey Isaac, did you visited me in my dream?"
And I said, "No, I didn't. I only had a stroll around, leaving the footprint of my ink. Did you see any?".
She chuckles and said "I want this real, come some other time".
Copyright © Isaac Sunday | Year Posted 2021
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