Cycling Foward

Tomorrow’s poem I’ve yet to write.
My day was full as is the night.
My mind is racing, my hand still.
Emotions’ flowing but dry is my quill.
My eyes grow heavy in search of light.
My body’s weary, none left to fight.
Soon I’ll dream of worlds unknown.
All ends the start of a new day grown.



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