Inner Lines


My words are written

The lines are yet untold

Every moment of my life 

Makes a new page unfold

Into words that fly off pages

And glide into the sky

To ever changing shapes

That still the air nearby

Perhaps my inner lines

Describe my very thoughts

Remains of broken memories

Never reaching those who sought

To see the water flowing 

Up and down the slope

Of ever changing formations 

That wisp and interlope

Those words are written in stone

With ink as black as night

And they will keep on going

No ifs, or buts, or might

The End

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