poetry in motion – 0003

On a good day
It flows from my mind
Through to my thumbs
So I may type
The words that are important to me
Like a river that will never cease
I will burst the dam old age builds for me
My dying breath
Will be the first lines
Of my next poem
One the I will finish afterlife
With words, I don’t yet know
Feelings without words
I hope you will get to read it
So please join me there

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