Strangers

Passing people in the street
I wonder what are their words
Locked deep inside of them
Thoughts never to be heard

Stories they often tell themselves
Poems others will never hear
Phrases and lines and stanzas
Held quietly, silence out of fear

How many poets will never speak
Poetry the world will never read
In a time when judgement is rife
Is a beauty that we most need

Stoic Poetry

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