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Poem: The words which are heard
Written by Nina
07-12-2000
The words which are heard
Crumble
crumble
between my fingers
the words which are heard
are burning on my lips
like the sun in my eyes
like thoughts
melting
out of the deep.
The rays catch the eye
crushing the evil
opens the vein of life
while I am lifted
higher and higher
out of the lethargy.
Whisper
whisper
like dust out of darkness
you wish to
lock me up
in the darkness
which surrounds you
forever disappearing
like the bubbles in the stream.
(Copyright: Travelpoems.com. December 2000)
(Copyright: Travelpoems.com. 1999-2011)
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