Oh my heart,
you bid me cry,
that you may set free the rain inside.
This is indeed reigning time just of a different kind.
I’ll allow it though for just a bit of the morning.
I have crowns to don.
I have poems to pen and verses to lay.
I have narratives to complete and new tales to spin.
This life of mine intertwined with rhyme…
This power released to grow to my prime...
The quieting of the raucous din of unrequited…
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