After Midnight
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Mohammad Skati
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EVERYBODY GOES TO BED EXCEPT ME AND MY PEN. I SIT DOWN CLOSER TO MY TABLE TRYING TO FIND NEW WORDS FOR A NEW POEM. SOMETIMES I AM NOT ABLE TO HAVE ANY WORD OR ANYTHING THAT SUITS THE OCCASION. SUDDENLY THE MUSE COMES TO ME WHISPERING ': OPEN YOUR HEART AND WRITE.' IMMEDIATELY I FIND MYSELF WRITING AND WRITING UNTIL A NEW START FOR A NEW POEM COMES TO MY MIND. ALL THAT HAPPENS AFTER MIDNIGHT.
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