let me build the book of thoughts,
long-long cherished in the winds,
that have soaked under the rains,
that have frozen in the snows,
that have melted with the springs,
that have whispered in the prayers,
that have sung in the mute tones,
let me build the book of thought,
worth of being written down,
worth of being read aloud,
worth of our being proud.
let me gather all the gems
of all dynasties and tribes,
let me gather the fruit, riped,
let me line them in the strophes,
let me line them in the stanzas,
let me mutely cry them out,
letting their sounds out.
Ivan Petryshyn
Poetry
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Such a neat idea for a poem! I like how you cover such a wide range of thoughts.