I am new here,
I still fear,
conscious to thread
The lines and yet be free,
To mingle and wriggle,
Even in hours wee,
As the beagle blast
The call to write
Alas at last,
I feel within kin
If poetry was a sin,
With a hand so mean,
I will grab my insomnia
And sleep in Poemia!
(Richard Victor)
©richvic
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