so much of us
stays within.
so many words unsaid,
feelings
described,
music unsung, poems
unwritten, unread.
paint stroked onto
canvas.
we take so much
with us
in the end that we
could have shared.
the love,
the joy, the wonder
of who we are,
so often and always,
afraid to let known what's
in there.
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Lovely!
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