Unwritten

August 26, 2008

Through the dirty windows
The sun, this morning, shone
Woke me from my slumber
To this new day, unknown

A song was in my mind
A gift from my last dream
I told myself to run
And write this wondrous theme

But, other thoughts distracted
They kept me from my chore
Song remains unwritten
For now and evermore

Type: Poetry

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