Words of thought
A well so deep
Their meaning buried
For safety keep
Emotions
Sculpted and etched
Perfectly planned
Whispered quietly
To pen in hand
Their beauty unshared
To only plain
Pages of white
A love denied
As petals drop
And seasons change
Letters folded and frayed
Buried tightly away
While she lies
Again on this night
As words age
In lonely silence
She waits
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