As I lay here, lazily endowed,
listening to the croaking of the frogs,
I ponder on things in life,
And what is yet to come,
Under the starry sky of my own horizon,
Hazy in reality after a steady soak,
Wind rattling the tall arms of the earth,
As the golden fireball in the sky peeps from behind its silken cloak,
These things are now fading distantly,
The streams are forgetting to run,
With lingering shadows into my now distant horizon,
I lay here, lazily endowed,
Still pondering on things yet to come,
Vaguely aware of the gnawing thought in my mind,
Of the reason the streams are forgetting to run.
Todays best new poem was written by Alazha Williams.
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