POEM (Dedicated to all the Poets and writers).

Woke up each morning,

Smiling,

Expecting your words (writings) to wake me up.

Love to hear the rythm of your heart poured into papers,

Your heart beats,

Its echoes,

Transformed into lines through the gracious ink that puts it down,

For me to read and nod my head like an expectant father of an unborn baby.

I wait,

Hoping for an embrace with your adorable,

But varalious thoughts from your mind to a friend barely known…

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