Words are slippery things
That come to my lips
And disappear when I grasp for them
Leaving me with thoughts
That cannot be spoken
Posted by Gretchen @ My Life is a Notebook in Poetry Tags: poetry, thought, thoughts, word, words
April 7, 2011 at 11:56 pm
Excellent post thanks for sharing this. I enjoy reading your blog very much. Reading poems is something I truly enjoy. It’s very relaxing and soothing.
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