Writing
i could goand rest now
may be drift comfortably
in sleep
to a wonderland
and dream,
for my poems
have been read
now.
Writing is untiring
and demanding
an act of letting go
and yet
holding on.
And it continues.
Poetry by Sona

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Written on 2023-11-13 at 19:20




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