The Liquid on Pages
For the times I cannot speak
I have my pen and pages to sneak
They take my hand and make me write
What I cannot utter through a voice I do not have
It is just the tears that dries
To a paper with words I write
When ink is not blue but what runs in my insides
In truths of emotions where the liquid stream out
Now when my eyes continue to swell
That I cannot understand why
It should stop, I say as it really should
Yet paper continue to collect my tears when some dried up
Like an art they were framed on paper
The liquid on pages that left a mark
For it is a moment I only dislike
Because of the blues that almost took over my life
For as we now close the pages
We look at the marks of dried tears
A bitter smile escape in a luminous leer
And to foresee self running to it again
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Written: June 27, 2023
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PoetryOne exquisite world she created for Rein's Good Souls. Rein, a poet of life sceneries in letters and in pages. She welcomes you in her soul through each piece, for she wants to share the word to give solace to all. With this book, she reminds you; i...
