APAD

Poems drip from shelves
filled with half realized dreams
mopped up by poets.

 

 As A POEM A DAY month draws to an end, and I have NOT successfully managed to come even close to writing or sharing a poem a day, this one spilled on to the page, or the screen in this case…

Be kind, it is very young and innocent.

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