Oh dear, there are gears
in between my ears.
They grind everyday.
I remind myself
that my own gears
need no help to turn
or to burn. Sometimes,
I can hear my gears
grind away. Sometimes,
I can feel the steel
become hot. I am
surprised smoke is not
coming from my eyes.
These gears turn . I don’t
have any concerns.
They will always turn,
no matter the year.
IN YOUR DREAMS POETRY 
Interesting ending: “year” not “yearn”. Soft rhyme over hard rhyme, and completely changes the whole piece. I liked it a lot! =)
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Thanks for your support and kind words! Glad you liked it!
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lovely piece! enjoyed it ❤
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Thanks much ⚙️
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may i share this on a poetry site? (full credit given of course. 🙂 Cheers.
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That works for me!! Thanks for reading.
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