Under Cover

Underground 2

My mind can aptly forge

the words I want to say,

But my heart won’t let them

show themselves upon the page,

These fingers can conjure up

beautiful missives  

in the dark of night,

But fail to give them life

in the light of day,

The stories live in me

In a deep place they lay sleeping,

And they will choose when 

to rise from the isolation 

of their safekeeping.

© DiAnne Ebejer 

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About DiAnne Ebejer

I am retired and live on the East coast of Florida where I spend much of my time reading, playing with photography and trying to write some "poetry and then some" at dianneebejer.wordpress.com. I care deeply about many things and wish there was much more love and compassion in this world today. I also have a part time blog "Thought You Might Like This" diannesthingsat.wordpress.com used for special projects and occasional things of interest
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