the words
are always
with us
even when a written record
is stilled and no longer gift written
poets writers live in words
time allowed so little to be written
but soon in quiet prison imposed reflection
I will write volumes filling no space
for that which is not written
shared leaves no impact trace
seamless like settled ripples
upon water never was
still waters run deep
to depths within souls
Terence George Craddock (Afterglows Echoes Of Starlight)
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
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Still waters run deep to depths within souls Brilliant conceptualization. Thanks for sharing a meaningful and thought provoking poem.10 points.