I woke up in the dark,
To write poems.
As light crept slowly within,
I tapped the screen, thoughts unfurled.
Verses flowed, formed from the void,
Intuition guiding each word.
I wrote until the last thought
Was shaped into verse—
And the poem danced,
Illusions of darkness fading.
I read the poem aloud,
A sermon that fed my soul.
As the shadows within dissolved,
I wrote poems of truth,
Verses drawn from the depths.
I wrote until the final hour of night
Gently embraced the dawn's light.
And my poems, like sacred winds,
Thrilled my soul with divine ecstasy.
MyKoul
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