Into the calm,
into the smile
of a day's end
they spoke his name
like a flame.
And I burned
as my viens flared,
memory burting through
the bandage of time.
The healer forgot
his celebrated art,
and I became again
an ancient wound.
into the smile
of a day's end
they spoke his name
like a flame.
And I burned
as my viens flared,
memory burting through
the bandage of time.
The healer forgot
his celebrated art,
and I became again
an ancient wound.
1 comment:
You do write very well!
Do MAKE time to pursue your passions and hobbies, reading, writing...It'l make you feel great.
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