(A page from my childhood diary.. Wrote these when I was 13..)
Stories untold
come out of the heart
and themselves unfold.
Some new, some old
Some coward, some bold.
some silver, some gold;
the stories untold.
The stories are many,
when heard, wont cost a penny.
The listener's arent many, thats why,
they are the stories untold.
Untold stories, that
dont bring glories,
but still lessen
the burden of heart.
When heard by someone,
who understands them,
they hit the dart.
They are stories untold
unsung and old
waiting to unfold,
the stories untold.
-Esha W
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