The Unwritten Poem

· by · in Poetry. ·

time passes by the photography muse

The unwritten poem

Isn’t writing itself

On paper

With pencil

Or pen

 —

The unwritten poem

Remains in my heart

Where its life

Will go on

Till it ends

 —

The unwritten poem

Won’t run out of ink

Or sayings

Or meaning

Or words

 —

The unwritten poem

Is written for you

My heart

And my soul

And my love

—

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