Pages are left blank, and art is left undone.
Undone rhymes and a lot of unspoken words.
Words narrating incidents, phrases confessing love 
Love stories, moon, stars were left without appreciation.
Many characters missed their existence.
Existence in the fantasizing fables
Fables in their plots were now barren.
Barren land without life, things seemed less amiable.
Life experiences and moments were left unnarrated, 
 Unnarrated were gone all the times we did strive.
Consequence was regret.
Regret of not being able to pen down the tales, 
Tales that carried along with it the heart
The heart that now bears the regrets of a poet.

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