Saturday, April 10, 2021

when poetry is born

 that moment when

you talk to yourself


uninhibited and 

feeling like uninhabited

when you are alone but

never sensed the 

loneliness within


that moment when

a conversation starts rolling

and that moment when 

what you gather is dust


and when you disappear

from yourself to be reunited

with your deepest longing

since the birth of time

unspoken....


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