You are not writing a poem
June is so long ago
it's end November
not one is added to your name!
maybe after that last write
you let the ink rest in your pen
on something else was your sight
you can write anytime again!
I'm sure you're not moving away
that would be such pity
something else occupying your day
life throwing new priority!
it happens poet all the time
though they buzz in your head
you've to let go priceless rhyme
and hold other things instead!
June is so long ago
it's end November
not one I find under your name
show me you're still there
write for me one
I'm dying for your poem!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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