Poem || Tired

By Alaa Qui 

Can you get sick of words
when they are beautifully constructed 
No flaws may be caught 
but they don't seem flawless 
Their truth untold 
when they are to enlighten 
Can you miss the meaning 
when it is meant to be direct 
Lose track of it is sight 
but it's lying on your hands 
Wonder why it is there 
when you have written it inside 


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