I realize the last poem was not good. At all.... It happens, and more often on sick days, but you get that when you do 365 in a year. I feel like i tried harder in this one
Squint to see
In the dark or in the light
Somewhere in the middle of
Nightfall and day light
Find the moment
When your skin fits right
After hot flashes
But before frost bite
For a moment stop breathing
Between inhale and ex
When the heart contracts
But before it can relax
In the middle ground
Time stands still
Compose your self in the moment
So your soul can refill
or maybe i didn't do any better....
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