Plume

Posted: November 25, 2013 in me

Listening to the clack of miles passing
Away from you
I search for the perfect song
To hear
To put words and rhythm
And definition to my feelings
To soothe me
And burn my memory
Unable to find it
It occurs to me, that maybe
My heart has yet to write it.

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