Poets' Practice Pad

~~~~There's nothing like a cold dawn:
where women sneeze, sniffle and yawn
And dream of their prince riding on a fawn,
sending fierce ripples and sizzles along the nephron

Knowing no boundaries, love exists
though the miserly cold still persists
Of dreams and dawns the heart consists
though no diamond ring reflects the wrist

Life shall go on, and forever
shall I never sever
the creative world as delicate as a flower,
finding beauty even in a rotten clover

Write, write, write, write
Forever, for always. ~~~~

Pooja Rathnakumar :)



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