Words left to write...

Words left to write...

There are words left to write,

On pages untouched by noise—

Where silence hums louder than speech,

And meanings rest between pauses.

The ink waits, patient as dusk,

For a thought that dares to breathe.

Not every line must rhyme,

Not every truth needs applause.

There are stories that never leave the mind,

Like dust on an unopened book—

Not forgotten, just waiting

For courage to turn the page.

Perhaps the best lines aren’t spoken,

But linger in half-shaped dreams,

Carved in the quiet corners

Of a day that never ends.

There are still words left to write—

For the moments we outgrow,

For the skies we never name,