It's not all that bad in the end when I see
A larger picture,
The one painted by me,
And I wonder why
I had to finish
But a small sample at a time
And didn't bother
For a sketch to be drawn
Of the whole, entire thing.
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Unsent Letters
PoésieUnsent Letters. We all have them. They're that one thing that we keep from the world, That one side of us that we never let anyone see, Those few words that we wish we could say These are a collection of poems, written to be letters Just a few more...
