The mystery of a verse


august 235

 

Late in the night, I felt asleep,

With my head resting, on the paper sheets.

Early in the morning, after I woke up

I started to recite, what I inscribed.

Suddenly I stopped, I deleted one verse…

That is not right!!!

What I wanted to write?

For hours I kept thinking,

To an obscure mystery,

Of an unheard little poetry,

Hiding deep in my memory.