another virelay...
I left my home once,
It was a nice chance
And all.
I had some finance
And music to dance,
To stroll.
I traveled a month
It was such enhance
For soul.
I needed a scroll
To write down my role
In word.
But I hit a wall,
It wasn't my call
And mode.
I tried to control
The poems and all.
Forgot.
I let my dreams rot
Like plants in a pot,
All gone.
I tried and I fought,
But nothing it brought,
All wrong.
It was a riot,
But soon I forgot.
Postpone.
March 2024
Postpone
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