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WAIT FOR TOMORROW

Wait for the next hour
a new light surfaces
after this morn
as noon presides
wait we twilight
a new night
life moves on
till the new twilight
a newer dawn
a fresher is born

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Free verse
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Very instructive, 'wait for tomorrow'.
Someone here being reprooved. Each day births new morning in our life. If life Or nature can't deliver today tomorrow is another brand new day we can achieve our goal.

Therefore patience is a virtue. We must adhere the art of waiting no matter how we want it fast.

Beautiful poem garnished with simplicity.

Bravo Lovedly!

"By virtue of creativity, my literary genre is poetry".

~Jackweb

When one is simple
like swards beautify the earth
so should men and women last
as simple ones
to be well understood
no blah blah blaaa

thanks poet

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I really enjoyed the concision of the poem.

"By virtue of creativity, my literary genre is poetry".

~Jackweb

means

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Its a writing principle of eliminating redundancy in a sentence. The poem is short. Simple!

"By virtue of creativity, my literary genre is poetry".

~Jackweb

google says concision is archaic as jess would say
like ere
is neither here nor there =ARCHAIC
for poetry sake
good education anyways

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The word 'concision' is a (noun) which implies briefness and brevity.
2. Concise too, is the same thing. But is all about the usage in a sentence.
Thanks for exploring...

"By virtue of creativity, my literary genre is poetry".

~Jackweb

else he'd be us tearing
our older times inners briefs he'd be
exploring these archaic guys

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when you look to the sky, what do you see?

Thomas

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...so like my lost dreams...the flood

only uuuuuuuuuu eeeeeeeee lol and u ?

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the top of my mast and a fire from it that tears the sky open, through which the stars tumble down. I think to myself, "how lovedly".

Thomas

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...so like my lost dreams...the flood

Trisk happy you do read

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