Words of passion, longing, aggravation
Pound within this soul.
They speak as if perfection
Within this mind,
Yet as the ink dries upon the pages
Of my life,
I do not know how to speak,
Explain, nor sing the meaning.
A link between this heart and soul
Keeps the message of this heart
Dormant, secret, lost to all but me.
Silver Moon Poetry
Poetry is what gets lost in translation ~Robert Frost~
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