no poetry for today

there are
thousand of words sitting in head
but none willing to stand up
to be marched in verses of poetry
while
the imagination is getting tired of waiting
and it went along with a day passing
today
they were unwilling to coƶperate
really disappointing
nothing could do but wait
till they meet in a mood
when?
O… so sorry
no one knows
perhaps later, … tomorrow
or
the day after tomorrow

***

– mei –

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