The music echoes unaware
Of the conflict within my heart
I try and read the pages held
Between my hands but my mind
Allows no rest, the wind
Whispers outside the walls
I look for you, I look for
Peace, I wait for words and
Hear the ticking of
Time as it
Trickles
Away
From
Me
Poems and Petals 
Within reach,
but out of grasp.
Hopes and dreams,
become the trap.
A restless mind
lost in Time’s map.
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Thank you so much for these beautiful words ❤
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