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Whispers Of Lost Connections
30 Apr 2024 at 11:32AM
30 Apr 2024 at 12:15 PM
The world of words is so elaborate
And meticulously structured.
Half of what I say is just a sign.
Buried in the echoes of the night,
But the other half makes it right.
Whispering in the wind,
Travelling through unknown secrets,
Old and new stories.
Maybe half of what I say is wrong.
But the other half is meant for you.
Riddles sum up such a great poem,
Half of what I share may seem unplanned.
Lost in the maze of ideas I pursue,
But the other half shines bright and true.
Through the intricate web of my mind,
Half of what I say feels hard to find.
In the dance of words we both construe,
The other half speaks just for you.
Draw pictures with unknown phrases,
Half of what I whisper may be thrown away.
But in silence, we imbue,
The other half is simple, frank and realistic.
© Ruth Hor
30 Apr 2024 at 12:15 PM
The world of words is so elaborate
And meticulously structured.
Half of what I say is just a sign.
Buried in the echoes of the night,
But the other half makes it right.
Whispering in the wind,
Travelling through unknown secrets,
Old and new stories.
Maybe half of what I say is wrong.
But the other half is meant for you.
Riddles sum up such a great poem,
Half of what I share may seem unplanned.
Lost in the maze of ideas I pursue,
But the other half shines bright and true.
Through the intricate web of my mind,
Half of what I say feels hard to find.
In the dance of words we both construe,
The other half speaks just for you.
Draw pictures with unknown phrases,
Half of what I whisper may be thrown away.
But in silence, we imbue,
The other half is simple, frank and realistic.
© Ruth Hor
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