A Poem - Poem by Dana Aran
Finding the word that touches the deepest nature of the thought,
The feeling. And the poet, a messenger or a pilgrim? A loner...
And the word helps the loner feel connected to an experience of wisdom,
Where like lovers, thought and word try to touch but they cannot,
At the end, there’s always something left unsaid.
And the feeling, where is its music outside of a fantasy we try to manifest?
And why is it that all the right words can’t stop the urge to share,
And feel less lonely?
The poem fulfils the pilgrim and protects the messenger;
When you know which one you are,
You become the poem.
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