One More Time

Before every day ends,

There are words,

Waiting for me,

To turn them into a poem,

Silently screaming,

Everything that my heart wants to say,

In cryptic yet deciphering ways.

On some days,

The words hide,

My emotions,

And on some,

They themselves hide,

For me to go on a treasure hunt,

Searching the depths of my heart,

To find them and to write a new poem,

One more time.

One more day,

One more poem,

One more blog,

One more emotion,

So what if I've written about it before,

Here's one more time,

And this is the two thousand seven hundredth time,

I've said, one more time.

Just one more time, tomorrow too.

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