“It had no sense to denote,
it felt so strange and so remote.”
This floats…
The greatest thoughts I ever had
were the ones I never clad
in shadows, gold, love or fad.
I never wore them, might I add.
The greatest soul I ever met
was the one I would forget.
I saw it only as a threat
to my wisdom, as of yet.
The greatest verse I ever wrote
was the one I couldn’t note.
It had no sense to denote,
it felt so strange and so remote.
The greatest story I ever heard
was the one without a word.
These silent gaps and lines so blurred,
so magnificent and so absurd.
The greatest books I ever read
were the ones from authors – dead.
I could not wrap around my head
what all their words had left unsaid.
Michael's Lair 
I like the lyricism and rhythm of this poem! Good work.
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Nice one. Liked reading it and now I’m thinking of the unsaid words of dead authors.
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Love it! 😀
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