POETRY – RANDOM THOUGHTS
I heard a whisper and chronicled its truth.
It spoke of the space between; that pause, that moment.
The blissful innocence, the delicious taste, the insatiable hunger,
the… sigh. I open my notebook … it’s 4 am.
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