O. C. Woods
And Tdkr - Poem by O. C. Woods
Alone in front of the big screen Wednesday night's climax
I send texts to dear friend wish for the meet and drinks.
Dark grimly bloody days are now to be feared
The black flying figure saving what?
Forgotten compositions expressing what is flawed
tonight Iam...not down but pensive
nostalgia painted rough in my ears to decive.
Whats to do when the needed Muse is dead?
pray for a change of weather or just dusk not to dread.
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