the fan's still on

the fan's still on

the fan's still on
sweat pours out of my skin
& it cause me to write

but its too hot
to create a poem
of summer

oh i feel so
inspre by the
rushing of the sun

with words are coming
to get me like sweet breeze
drifts me out of my window

& took a ride
on clouds in the
sky where
i saw hils,
meadows

i even saw
birds

yet

the fan's still on
blowing deep breaths of silence
as i went to sleep

i dream of nothing
but i've been finding
new imagination
new creation

of poetry

& today is everyday
when i write poems
all over the place

that's what i do
i write like
a poet of godeess
in me
~
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