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Whispers of the Unwritten...

poems are broken, untouched, unchained. Unspoken, unspoken words,

By AnjaliPublished 11 months ago 1 min read
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In the unknown lands where dreams lie,

poems are broken, untouched, unchained.

Unspoken, unspoken words,

a carpet of thought waiting to be hung.

begins with the whispers of forgotten stories,

mystery and magic intertwine.

The moon shines on the shore,

The stars shine.

verses showing a different character,

reveal a secret in each rhyme.

Music of colors invisible to the naked eye,

portraits in the sky.

Words cascade like a waterfall, free and wild,

echoes in the cenyon, child of nature.

They kiss the namless flowers,

They sernade the night with their infinite power.

The quatrains are incomprehensible, they arise from the abyss,

They are squirming silently like ancient legends.

Whispers in a language only the heart knows,

reveals stories with spiritual light.

Unwritten, untamed,

they long to be heard,

the voice of poetry like a bird in flight.

Seek the ears with the secret music of

, open your heart to the lofty

However, in the realm of the future,

poems are silent and want to explode.

Melodies are never heard, dances are never danced,

is waiting for the poet ready to correct.

So let's think about the existence of this poem,

is pure stubbornness in the depths of our hearts.

Maybe one day,

will be a poem that doesn't exist yet, but we'll see it soon.

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  • Real Poetic11 months ago

    Incredible job well done. Subscribed!

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