even the simplest
poem
cannot be free
from
anxiety
it is still the
morning dew
of last night's
unrest
you ask
what about a happy
one?
the one that celebrates
the joys of
life?
it can be but mind you
it is not rare
and no one wants to
believe
as to its truth
anymore
it is loneliness that
writes well
because it is seeking
for help
do you expect a
newly married man to
write
a poem in bed?
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