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The Words

The words are illuminating against

The early moring darkness

I watch them dance for a while

As they spin and spin

But I can’t catch them

They continue to tease me

While I reach for my pen and notebook

They fall into my head

As the ink dries onto paper

Losing its brightness

But their meaning remains

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  1. What remains could be very precious! Please visit and comment on my poem “city cat” thank you 🙏🏻👍🏻🕊

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