Sometimes (A Poetic Rhyming Experiment)
Sometimes in these times I know not how to speak.
Some days in these ways I reach and come up empty;
still I try.
Reaching for words to say words,
watching them fly away as birds;
still I try.
Here I fly.
When sometimes,
in these times,
writing comes easier through rhymes.
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