The Unwritten Poem

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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