Poème

a tale of trouble
that bursts the bubble
and woe
you know
the kind where
the lover’s tiff
or a dampened spliff
makes days away
too sad to stay

then a dream to comfort me
perspectives to see

a poème for all time
or merely rhyme
to save a soul
take a part and make it whole
but then comes the thought
and once again it’s caught
in a world of word
that is so absurd

how does a communiqué
pave the way
how does prose
show one knows

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