Dream Again

Constant is the rhythm

in my head,

read like verse

of a poem.

Thought pouring out

like a fountain,

never running dry,

just not as wet sometime.

Words form,

creeks of words

become oceans

of novels

waiting to be read.

Can I put these words to page?

The hour is late

and I want to dream again…

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