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I don't know
what to do with
these unborn sentences
i know
living in me
which could only be delivered
through you or to you.

Where do i deliver
these words i carry
within me.

Where?

They just want to
come out and breathe
and not just flow
within me
They want to play with you
but all that is within me
is to let them
run down
my cheeks.

Thats how
they flow out of me
not through the medium of air,
my chosen medium
but through yours-
the water.




Poetry by Sona The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2025-02-02 at 19:17

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Beautiful. You describe the feeling so well.
2025-02-03