a tear drop each
for the baby
that dies
every night .
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- No book has been able to wrap me in paper, to fill me up with typography, with heavenly imprints or was ever able to bind my eyes, I come out of books to people orchards with the hoarse family of my song, to work the burning metals by mountain firesides.
8 comments:
hmm..
its really nice to see there are people put there who are "still in touch" with humanity!
thank-you so much for giving me the much needed ray of hope
:)
:)
well can have multiple implications really .. but thanks for identifying the more human(&practical alike) side .. :)
:)
i am too taken aback by its beauty to comment.really.
i don't know if it means what i think it does, but i'm awestruck by its stark, unadorned beauty.
this is how all poems should be.
Nice... & a :) for each baby that's born ?gi
Mesmerizing!
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