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Wednesday Poetry 5

“Uncharted Shelves”

The world itself is a colossal room
A busy library of moments and intervals
Life is the moving pages
People write and read the words
Whether they’re awake or asleep

Even the growth of nature
Or the ethereal territory
Tells a never ending story
Nothing sits on God’s hand
That isn’t an accomplished book

Yet the world must be reserved as well
For it has shelves like uncharted seas
Where I hold you as my best story not told
And if I should timelessly abide
That’s how I’ll remain committed to silence

-Yours truly

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