The heart waits for the story to be written,
by a quill dipped in fountains,
- in Ocean water
Words at rest
The fetus not yet spoken
In what the eyes will see
And thoughts that will translate
- the bitter the sweet
The heart waits
To express solitude
But if it's words it wants-
Let the story be written,
You and I
One word,
Well written.
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A good start with a nice poem, Wojciech D. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.