Senseless: Poem
She was writing
At the day and night –
Not to be heard,
Not to be hurt
But to be felt
For the wind to listen
And stars to remember.
She was writing
Her heart off
Not to show off.
It was not hard work
Or an assignment –
She was at her retirement
That made here stay young,
Fresh, and restless at tung.
Is it old and senseless?
Tomshinsky@2025
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