Scraps of paper, pen and thoughts,
Half written poems, unyielding blots
Dements the pages and clots the brain
The fingers take on an illusory plane.
Blotches of colour, pink and blue
Stripes of green and mauve too
Mixes up in a bag of dreams
Trapping them forever,
Too tightly at the seams
Five sweet minutes of passionate love
An eternity of blessings sent from above,
Some joy, some mirth, some regret and pain,
Yet someone to lose, and forever to gain
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