The perfect poem is in each of us but has never been put on paper
It lingers in the heart and mind but in tongue or hand becomes vapor
Broken lines and dots are no mirror of reflection for passion's glow
Something is lost in scratching thoughts onto white paper in an ink flow
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sorenbarrett (
Offline) - Published: January 7th, 2026 03:14
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Ohh, we knows only you and I are perfect! heehee. I read a bit - If you happen to find the 'perfect' church', don't join it - you'll spoil it!' lol.
And now that perfect poem....... it might be a 'silent' one' heehee. No words in it.
Thanks Orchi but shhhh! you'll spoil your secret by saying it out loud. As for the perfect church it would be one that charges no money and where no one speaks of reads only sings songs of nature sounds. Appreciate the read and comment old man.
Yes, the perfect poem came at four this morning, and I should have written it down, but decided I would remember it.
Now, like the Titanic it has gone in stages.
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