Sunday, 7 July 2024

Who writes?


But who writes for the poet? 

Who writes to them when their words have finished and the ink has dried up? 

Who inspires them again when all words are dead and gone? 

Who shows them words that are just for them with each letter penned with adoration? 

Who writes to the poet? 

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