Poetic Wings
There’s a deluge,
There’s an outpouring,
Sleep is gone,
Inspiration makes its way to me,
I turn its pages.
A door opens,
There’s a sequential flow,
It pervades my room,
I bask in the bloom of boundless light,
It’s a privilege to be chosen.
February 6, 2024.
Copyright © Thompson Emate | Year Posted 2024
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