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Prayer

Posted on by Wayne Bowerman

It is too late tonight to sit and stare
Syncopated heartbeats waning like snare
Never had rhythm, nothing’s given
So when the night comes, hold me like prayer

———-
National Poetry Month, 2017. Day 3, a gwawdodyn

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Writer. Poet. Music Lover. Vinyl Enthusiast. Currently working on Playlist: A Memoir Writing and performing as much as I can in Grand Rapids, MI

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