Upon reflection and great thought

I toiled and boiled for words i sought

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Alas, they elude me and as such is a shame

For I verily enjoy this poetry game

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But there are such days When the mind is weary

The words not bright and sometimes quite dreary

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And so I acquiesce and surrender myself

Knowing full well That silence is it's own wealth

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Good night to you Muse I've no more to say

The light now gone from a beautiful day

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My words must now sleep to regain their power

And the darkness grows deeper by the hour

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Sleep now rhyme, I'll see you soon

I have mists to explore by the light of the moon

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MJS

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