poems

the best lines somehow escapes us.

no words

no verse

no rhythm

will be the same as the one
from the initial euphoria.

all lost amidst distractions
we then try to recall
deep within the recesses
of our mind and thoughts
and write it down only
to come up with something
entirely different

or is it just me ?

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