A poet preserved by their craft
Today’s storm is tomorrow’s draft
Tonight’s darkness, tomorrow’s light
Time alone is time to write
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Time without leaves space within
Whether or not we choose to begin
Space’s filled with unchosen weather
That’s why a quill floats like a feather
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Writing out the storms, blue sky always brighter
Showers of tears make the heart feel lighter
Rainbows get a page or two, hurricanes get quite a few
And storms better weathered in a blanket shared by two
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