Solem

Solem is the day Birds sing of melancholy Filled by iron desire Rusted away into the sea Thoughts drawn out like rubber Folded over by flesh and blood Pure peace of the still lake Takes me to my dreams

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Hi folks, I'm a software development manager. I've worked with computers most of my life. I write a poem a day about whatever strikes my fancy. I hope they make you smile.