Silent dusk would be done if it were not for the melody.
The song from the keys pressing down with each note.
Notes from inspiration that motivated new worlds.
Character that form with each click.
Pounding down on the keys to sing you this poem.
Hello, dear writer, and tell me what is your name?
For I am Unsigned and cannot seem to find my way.
Through this wonderland of many words.
Too many spilled thoughts, too many dreams, too many creations.
Gravestones for forgotten worlds.
Gravestones for lost characters.
I have been talking to myself while I sleep.
For they believe that I am pounding those keys while I am awake.
While truly, it is the pounding keys that demonstrate the pondering keys.
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Beautiful poetry 💐❤
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Nice poem Lilin ! You have a wonderful imagination 👍🤝
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Thank you! I appreciate it. 🌻
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That is very kind of you. Thank you so much for supporting, reading, and commenting. 💙🌻
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You’re very welcome indeed!
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Like how you crafted this. The perspective is pretty fresh. This part is very strong: “Too many spilled thoughts, too many dreams, too many creations. / Gravestones for forgotten worlds. / Gravestones for lost characters.”
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Thank you so much for reading and commenting. I love hearing what perspectives and ideas catch your mind.
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Welcome 🙂 And thanks.
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