Cycling Foward


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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.
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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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