“you who think in poetry”

words are no truer when they are felt

with silent sorrow and unspoken understanding

the rhymes are merely decoration

for the prize that your soul creates

subtle and sublime

pray tell, why you keep your voice

locked inside that chained mind

they deserve to roam among the clouds

the wind will be their carrier

I will listen in-between the waves

with my eyes looking for your name

marked by the truthful beauty

written and felt by you

you who think in poetry


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