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When I said nothing was left unsaid

I lied; I have a gazillion pouring out

In the silence of my heart and mind

Moments themselves: speak volumes

Volumes left here with, without you

Tell me please, what do I do with them?

They linger in the air and my breaths

Laying aside me, sharing sleep or dreams

I feel them in the seen colors of my eyes

Like little misty droplets- gone awry   

With whom do I share what’s just ours?    

Time has never listened, nor does it care          

So, if I had it all over to do once again

I’d admit I’d need more time… with you  


Poet of the Light © 2022


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