POEM STARTER
Compose a poem about the lost art of boredom.
Are we missing out on the beauty of being bored?
Idle
Let your thoughts rest,
and your brain sit.
It will be for the best,
so you no longer flit.
Let your actions halt,
and your hands fall.
put your body in stall,
at the end of your asphalt.
Let yourself sink in kind,
and your dreams come fourth.
comfort your own mind,
reset your compass north.
Let your aches melt away,
and shed that dull pain.
feel the time like rain,
so you can recognise the sway.
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i love you Baby
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