Poetic Mood
By:Ley Wire
Alright, I'm in Poetic Mood,
Enjoying throngs of solitude.
Peeking in passages of thought,
Like rooms in buildings long forgot.
Ghostly Chernobyl schools,
I'm not a poet, just a fool.
Just a feather out to sea,
Pulled along, hopelessly.
No sonnets will I write, my dear.
Nor ballads of Bravery and Fear.
Not layered hints of Evermore,
I'll only float on back to shore,
And rest again from the ride,
When the waves have calmed inside.
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