a story yet to be written
a poem in its making
A beginning with no plan to end
no words that can make sense
no language to understand me yet
In a crowd I look for solitude
no one else can listen in
open eyes see whats untrue
I am calmness of a different king
not yet fully discovered
not in the reach for everyone
A smile with no end an emotion that cannot be expressed
in any one way
Hidden emotions unnoticed
still in calm waters
storms cant lift the soul away
I'm Untitled!
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