Without any plans: A poem 

Simply a day 

without a way 

A little poem 

like an anthem 

With the mirror 

to talk without horror 

The unbroken charm 

of an unrushed arm 

Day’s lazy droplets 

without any frets 

is as good as it gets 

till the sun sets 

And another day 

just like this 

tomorrow also stay 

is my wish 

Published by montecyril

Hi, I am Monte Cyril Rodrigues and live in Melbourne, Australia. I am a retired journalist. I have been diagnosed with schizophrenia. I've had voices and visions all my life. I think it is a spiritual experience, my doctors think otherwise. I am a deeply spiritual person and keep having experiences with otherworldly realms.

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