Is there a word that you’ve forgotten too?
And do you hear it in the mornings when
a shy bird sings, the cuckoo refusing to coo;
when silence simply is beyond your ken?
Is there a sound that you would love to woo?
Is there a thought you would want in your den?
Is there a feeling which being absent, you
beseech your fingers to besiege a pen?
Is there a voice you’re trying to undo?
Is there a song for which you’ve not a yen
but you recall it only to get through?
Is there a word you remember often?
Do you write 'nothing' on many a day?
Do you speak and yet never have a say?
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