You were doing nothing for my mind,
so I walked away from you.
Nothing in that playlist to find,
so I found other's inspirational view.
The movements I was watching were repetitive,
turned I did my head away,
needed other movements to be active,
inspire the words to find and display.
Squirrel my thoughts to write what's found,
close my eyes for more to view,
tap my fingers, pat my legs to sound,
I want to write something just for you.
When I walk away.
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Author:
Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
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- Published: September 21st, 2025 06:50
- Category: Unclassified
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A poem of recognition a poem well penned
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