The poet dips a pen in ink, a heart laid bare,
Unveiling secrets whispered on the wind, their soul laid bare.
Words dance on paper, lines both fragile, bold,
Seeking connection, stories yet untold.
The reader opens pages, eyes become the key,
Unlocking chambers hidden deep within the sea.
Each verse a wave that crashes on the shore,
Emotions echoing, a silent give and pour.
In quiet moments, hearts begin to meet,
In shared reflections, bittersweet or sweet.
The poet's breath, a sigh upon the page,
The reader's tears, a testament to rage.
Laughter dances through the lines, a playful spark,
As shared joy ignites, leaving its mark.
A world unfolds, both vast and intimate,
Poet and reader, forever intimate.
No touch, no voice, yet souls intertwined,
Bound by words, a universe defined.
The poem, a bridge, where understanding flows,
A whispered promise, where empathy grows.
Though miles may stretch, and years may fade and wane,
The poet's voice, forever will remain.
In every heart that dared to feel, to see,
The echo lingers, a poet's legacy.
Unlikely Buddha 2024
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