My poems began with procrastination...during engineering classes... in a notebook which shows you even engineers need a little poetry in their lives.
Sunday, September 18, 2011
8 AM class
Let's not get up
the window's wide open
fall chill's in the air
and you feel so nice
under warm blanket
with the alarm faintly ringing
I smile for a second and then close my eyes.
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