My best work
is waiting for me
somewhere inside
a tree's roots
between here
and the sun
lies the perfect
set of words
i know they
searching for
someone to
write them in stone
my best work
is seeking a home
they exist
in a museum-
a masterpiece
unspoken
they float
through the air
unclaimed
once they find
their way
into my heart
my mind
will set them free.
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