I wanted to write about something

But my eyes hurt

And my head

Then I remembered 

My favorite poet

Wrote in his death bed

About life, love

So warm it still gives me heat

And hope

So I wanted to write

Just to find out

I forgot what I was thinking

And all I remember is 

“heard melodies are sweet

But all those unheard are sweeter”

Today is not my day

Maybe someday I will find my lost words.

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