in the quiet tide

“The Silence Between Lines”

Unread poems

are unwritten poetry —

ink still dreaming in the vein,

pages breathing in the dark,

their margins uncreased

by any gaze.

They live in the quiet tide

before the pen descends,

in the pause

between heartbeat and word,

in the shadow‑scent of paper

waiting

to be touched by thought.

Some drift closer

to the shore of speech,

then slip back

into the mind’s undertow —

perfect in their unspilled form,

a library of ghosts

bound in the quiet tide

we carry.

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