some poet’s gentle hand…

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what happens to the words we never speak?
when they are words of love cast on the wind
some think they become stars in the night skies
shining down for ages on all forlorn lovers
some think they go to the lost orphan’s book
where they live forever creating dreams
some think they the join the ocean as tear drops
where their sorrow is drowned by unthinkable love
I think they fly into the heart of the unknown
where they get used by some poet’s gentle hand…
(Copyright 06-29-15)

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