Thoughts,
dripped from the heart
through needle-like fingers,
onto punched paper,
raw with reality.
Typed up in margins,
managing to keep neatly
between the lines.
Picture perfect
when read alone
in shadows.
Complacent, compact
along dusted memories.
Enough to satisfy,
enough to allow
a soundless sleep.
And all the right words,
left unsaid.
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I enjoyed this post. Likewise, as a Royal owner myself, I appreciate the photo. All the best.