Paper and Words
Something came from faraway
Words maybe, I wouldn’t know
If words… I never knew what to say
If only I knew enough to behold…
So far did my mind portray…
Distances learnt to perhaps know what holds
Often do ourselves we betray
When accept we do not… what unfolds
Like a whisper… not for my ears
Subtle yet nerving… nights with never days
Moments lived… learning what dears
Whether lived… if words be enough to say
Time is always my concern
A present from a past… a present for the future
Yet… however much learned
An ink-filled pen always faces an unwritten paper
Have something came from faraway?
Would I have known… of words maybe
If words… I have poetry to say
Enough for perhaps what moments cannot be
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