Imperfect Poetry from an Imperfect Poet on a quest for the Perfect Poem.
it is darkand the stars peer sheepishlythrough the black curtainin the winds above
i sit listeningto the dull droneof the engineinhale deeplyand listen to the silence
mamai hope to see yousoonit is time
we shall be togetheronce more
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