A single paper floats through the sky
Not a single word written
On to it's feathered wings
Day turn to night
As the paper once spreaded joy
Now spreading sorrow
Everywhere it goes
Once again
It hasn't been touched
Not one story being told
One more meaningful moment
Just gone to way
Just im-materialized into thin air
Every pen that once lived
Is not empty with no ink
Nothing is ever going to be told
Until the pens awake once again
Paper flies back to ground
Feathered wings vanishing
A person to tell the story
Once again
A story may be told
But some shall never repeat
Unidentified stories will forever
Cintinue to spread one word at a time
I really enjoyed this one. I feel proud. A coiple of my new ones I don't feel very proud of. Maybe cause they didn't have much meaning to them.
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Poems of Life (Completed)
PoetryI write poems based on things happening in my life. Some are actually based on how I felt since it's my way of coping. Thanks for reading. Completed: 03/28/2019
