WHAT POETRY MEANS TO ME

 

Missing pictures,
To see and sigh,
Pains forgotten,
To relive and cry.

The lost letters,
Reread at leisure
With solitude,
That selfish pleasure.

The wayward words,
I never penned -
Lonely rhythms,
My silent friend.


Daneel Olivaw

 
 
 

 

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