#001P

Lying on my duvet, I sink into thought,
With a mote of cake in my mouth.
Bemused, I turn to getting besotted
With my mind at sea,  I cant help but feel

Feel the breeze of the evening wind
The sight of a full moon with large stars.
Disdainfully,  I start to laugh,
A laughter that fills the room with aloneness.

Sick with memory, I look guileful
My mind taking part in this chat
A virulent gossip of the brain.
A life well built, poorly lived.
#daviskawalya

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