softly in bed dreaming of days to come
composing music visualizing epics
poetry is born
the adjectives and synonyms
bounce gently round my head
meter stanza verse and rhyme
come perfectly together
the day I've lived
becomes a poem
words flowing I always know
what to say clever and intelligent
but dare I lift my hand to pen
these words, paper to catch them like a net
open my mouth to eloquently speak
thoughts to those who matter
the glorious phrases flee to the abyss of
what is my subconcious
I find myself
quite utterly
wordless

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