Today as always he is my icon
Oh Well...
I vowed to write a piece each dayTo find my lost creative spark
So here my thoughts in disarray
I sit waiting with a question mark
The rain the trees and wind all there
But literal with no allure
The house unlit is a drab affaire
My muse and passion still obscure
Poetry by josephus
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Written on 2015-09-19 at 16:16
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