Blank pages are
never dreamt
as the writer
left
promises kept.
The eyes fall
down deep
inside;
The sight of
a split mind--
Eyes shut
and emotionlust
tell tales
the obvious
find.
But Never easily read
are the words
she meant to
right
and she foregoes
it as the page turns,
to another night.
Please tell me what you think
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We have to keep leaping from life to life, striving to put right what once went wrong and hoping each time that our next leap will be the leap to where we want to go.
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