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In between the greying
and the silvering
work and life
the sombre brooding of time
and the lull after the storms
poetry crept upon me
word by word
phrase by phrase
in a metaphor
letters from the heart
filling voids of loneliness
with welcome solitude
A repost
Feet reclined near water's edge,
the warmth of the Sun,
coolness of the breeze,
Hmm...a little yellow flower.

Standing all alone,
so small,
so proud,
so beautiful.

For a moment I'm reminded of you,
I shall pluck it for your enjoyment!
But wait- maybe instead,
I should leave it alone.

Yes, I'll leave it where it be,
so I can return each day,
and have a pleasant reminder of you.

Perhaps I'll write about it,
maybe in a letter,
and send it to you,
immortalizing its brilliance,
the little yellow flower.
It's not for me- poetic  magnificence-
I'm merely a lover of words which I weave
together in moments of awakened inspiration
hoping what's written makes sense in every sentence
The greatest beauty
is invisible-
the sublimest thought
is incommunicable -

the dearest love
is  undefinable
the deepest sorrow
is indescribable.
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