Boredom

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There is so much unsaid,
So much unheard,
So much unfelt,
So much hidden,
From the corners of our mind,
Waiting to be discovered,
Wanting to be learned,
Pining to be transfered,
From one mind to another.

Yet, in the midst of so much knowledge,
We still find ourselves bored.

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The above is my acceptance poem for The Perfect Poet Award for Week 35. Thank you so much for the honor. Thank you to Jingle especially for hosting these things and giving out awards which really help encourage all of us bloggers!

I would like to nominate Blaga for next week’s award.