Factory Poem by Luz Hanaii
Factory
The brain won't cease to grind
poetic lines
broken conveyor belt
rustic noise keeps me awake
they flow with every breath
a non ending supply of prose
blessing or a curse
good or bad
conveyor belt remains aloof
I must quote: : : : me awake they flow with every breath a non ending supply of prose blessing or a curse good or bad conveyor belt remains aloof....
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6/1/2024 11:45:28 PM # 1.0.0.1119
It is a fact it can happen any time of day the creative process for some will never go away!