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Untitled
September 4, 2019
The words that blossom
From my lips
Lie all too often
With a sharper edge
Than I would have intended
I remain pulled taut
So when is it that I will be plucked
By a gentle hand willing
Because my mind lain in waiting
Has by some grace of god convinced me
That i have some melody to deliver
A breathy timbre
Breathing soft susurrations
Only upon those who wish to hear.
© Tag H., Galesburg, IL
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nate-is-the-name PLATINUM said...
on Sep. 14 2019 at 8:38 pm
I LOVE it!! Beautiful poem, and I get what you mean those times are some of the best for random poetry ideas :) Check some of my poems out pleaseee!!
Written in a time of deep reflection.