The Barren Page Called I........

Another day passed by,
Another night's here,
And midst the chaotic tranquility,
My poetry once again seeks,
Mercy of the stars,
The Moon,
The Rain,
And yet,
My pen helplessly swoons,
Splattering lifeless words,
Upon the barren page called I.......

(c) S.S

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