Another poem
That no one will read
But maybe someone
Will once do, indeed.

'S one is for You
And don't expect much
It's not a big woo
Your soul, it won't touch.

Love, crime, fantasy
What it's not about
It is about me
Writing myself out.

Because when it's dark
When there's nothing there
Wakes a hidden spark
Voices everywhere!

Scribbles in my head
Creating an art
And again I get
Blood pumping in heart!

But it's only one
Poem no one reads
I don't care, it's fun
In me it succeeds..




















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