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@Uootem

pages from a notebook of poems flutter in the wind,

great cries of heart that won't matter in the end

one by one, disappearing in front of my eyes

as the breeze carries each to somewhere with bluer skies


can't remember the titles I gave them on their creation day,

the ink was spilled with such vivid memory, and it's flowing away.

prayer shaped hands in time must surrender the faith they hold,

tear stained eyes spitting on my shoes with emotions still bold.


can't recite most of  the words that once were penned with care,

my mouth is dry, but their taste is still there.

and other pages still blank are enticing me to free them,

but meanings with worthless value repel my soul, a blank page is all I am.