Open pages
Lying, waiting for me
Lots of sleep there
Always by me
Papers I flip moments later asleep
I had the time
More hours mine others after nine
Instead I chose to dine and wine
Glance at a chance I could only dance
Only this once
Weekend without an end
Laughter and joy in the company of friends
Now the papers await
Echoes writings on the wall
Rumours in those halls
I will write what I feel is right
Then wait
For that mark
Hide looking in the dark
Open pages
Lying, waiting
#The Black Feather
©fredrick o
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