No name has come upon my mind
To bring me morning sorrow
Though tired I can not set myself to rest
I’m waiting for tomorrow
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This, again, is something I thought contained something to understand. But the closer I read these words the more confused and and wasteful were my endeavors. I could give it little merit. GW62
i like this...in my unprofessional opinion it deep and well written
A poem with diverse thoughts, nice.