Unread poems
are unwritten poetry —
ink still dreaming in the vein,
pages breathing in the dark,
their margins uncreased
by any gaze.
They live in the quiet tide
before the pen descends,
......
Unread poems
are unwritten poetry —
ink still dreaming in the vein,
pages breathing in the dark,
their margins uncreased
by any gaze.
They live in the quiet tide
before the pen descends,
......