the ones I left out

lines of unwritten poems

crowding my skull

flurrying like a promise

of  snowstorms to come

sometimes life breathes poetry

sometimes it takes my breath away

How I have  waited for

this velvet whisper

this slightest tug on my thoughts

folding paper boats

from all the pages

I left blank

♥♥

mourning the ones I lost

cherishing the ones I found

writing the ones that count

11th November
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