An Unwritten Poem
An unwritten poem
I have yet to write
A clean crisp white paper
A quill yet to spill ink
An unwritten poem
A word yet to write
A line yet to finish
The burning sun shines on the sentence yet to be finished
A tear falls on the unwritten crisp paper
An unwritten thought waiting to be caught
A poem of unwritten words yet to be written
The moonlight shines on the unwritten paper
The twinkling stars catch the minds imagination and wondering thoughts
The shooting star catches the deep black splattered ink
The sunbeams wipes the tears of the droplets of rain
The summer breeze spreading the beautiful words yet to written
The unwritten poem is a long and distant memory
The crisp paper blemished by deep invisible ink
The unwritten poem rewritten on the crisp white paper with jet black fresh ink
As my hand holds the ink filled quill
To write the poem as yet unwritten
An unwritten poem
Toria
23/1/2022
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