Perturbed Poetry

‪#‎Paper‬ was blank

‪#‎Mind‬ was blank

‪#‎Poet‬ in peace


Idea flashed

Mind flourished

Words drizzled in paper



Poet perturbed

Mind pierced, as

What ‪#‎written‬ is

What that be in

Corridor of unwritten.


Paper thrown to bin

Mind breathe easy

Poet sits in ‪#‎Peace‬..


End of a ‪#‎Poetry‬

RIP words..

Amen…


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