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Contributor: Richard Schnap

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She was an unborn song
Waiting to be written

As she danced to a music
That only she could hear

That mirrored the ocean
As it swayed with the moon

And mimicked the wind
With its subtle caress

But her movements betrayed
A sadness within her

For she could not find
The one to give her life

And till he appeared
With the touch to release her

The story of her heart
Would never have a voice

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Richard Schnap is a poet, songwriter and collagist living in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. His poems have most recently appeared locally, nationally and overseas in a variety of print and online publications.


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