I know the lines I want to write
I practice them in my sleep
Some yesterday and more tonight
I know the lines I want to write
Then I forget and they're gone in spite
until another darkness upon me creeps.
I know the lines I want to write
I practice them in my sleep.
A day or two will pass me by
and you will remind me some
a tone of voice or a gentle sigh
A day or two will pass me by
Quickly my pen and memories fly
before my hand returns numb
A day or two will pass me by
and you will remind me some
(more to come)
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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It's a thin line between the moment when we create the words in our head and the moment they become words. Many get lost and we are left with fragments only.
I always enjoy reading your triolets, and this one isn't an exception.



