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Poets sleep awake
June 21, 2017
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I need my naps
I am a modern poet
in semi-deep sleep
never fully awake
dreaming about pre-raphaelites and the Rosettis
still thinking
in all the colors
you left behind.
I hug you close
yet you disappear
into orange clouds
and sunset lawns.
I want to forget
the long trails
to your heart
and climb up
your mountain
to kiss your eyes
to sleep.
Alas, I slumber awake.
Awake, yet not.
Comments:
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Beautiful!
thank you for reading.
Prosaic truth
thank you Sydney.
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