The Writer of Unfinished Poems

I’m a writer
or a so-called one
I write poems,
my unfinished dreams.
Start with a blink,
flow like a rill,
sally through the rocks,
die before it reaches his love....

When life teaches the rhythm of love
everyone around enjoying the music
I’m all alone in the crowd,
words falling through my fingertips.
Heart of a lost sailor,
alone in the ocean
searching for the special star
to lead his way back home.

Walking through this undesired world
searching deep in my heart
to find a reason to live,
to start from where I left.
Somewhere in my life,
when the tide wipe my tears
sitting in my armchair,
writing my dreams again...






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