Blank I'm at the day's end.
I do not have words,
No feelings and emotion
On the petals of my day.
My squeezed energy
Will regain its life,
In my sleep.
Let the sun open its
Light of door
With rays of inspiration.
Another poem must
Get life in the
Very morning.
A night in dreams, a dream inspiring and a poem next morning, like a sun will be shining.
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Each new sun rise brings a new poem into life...... Beautiful poem Neela. Loved it.