Love for the Written Word - By Matab Brahimi

shall I name your winding stars
one by one till healed the scars

shall I count each ticking planck
Till next my eyes have you to thank

lovers of the stars and lands
wish not to change hearts by their hands
but for the ears to sway and take
what took the trembling hands to make

if not but read these lines so quick
and smile for length a Planck to stick
My words had purpose of reveal
a poem...for you to simply feel

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