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(Just sharing again and, yes, my all poems copyright in my name real time ..smile)
Idle mood and idle talk
The idle way in which I walk,
Tis a mood of love and dream
And indolence with which I seem.
To do but nothing all the time
But write in verse that do rhyme,
Tis a mood when eyes do close
And I suppose -
Several hours pass in such a doze.
The time will pass
This mood will clear,
As pressing thunder does when near.
And suddenly a clap with noise
The heaviness of dream destroys.
The sullen air passes by,
As clearness in the evening sky
- Does waken all -
Including I.
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