twilight thoughts
it creeps up even on old menthe burning desire
that will never be fulfilled
occasionally it strikes
blue jet lightning
from a clear violet sky
addling the brain
making demands
that cannot be refused
searching infinity
for the perfect phrase
made up of imperfect words
Poetry by Wumbulu
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Written on 2015-02-02 at 13:18




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