Thursday, May 15, 2014

A Message

Writing to you what I dare not say,
Saying to myself what I failed to portray;
Thoughts drift through seas of ink on piles of tidy paper,
Feelings flow insomuch that each word turns into a skyscraper,
But all are to wear out.
Paper boats sailing in seas of turbulent thoughts nestled,
Paper planes flying over skyscrapers of streaming emotions unsettled. 

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