Another one, yet again, for me.
She
is a book,
held shut
under the eyes
that seek to read her.
Touched
by the hands
that know only to write,
She
will reveal her pages,
colored blank.
--
is a book,
held shut
under the eyes
that seek to read her.
Touched
by the hands
that know only to write,
She
will reveal her pages,
colored blank.
--
and from before
humbled, yet again :)
ReplyDeleteit took a long time getting here, but its better now don't you think?
ReplyDelete;)
yes yes :) very much :)
ReplyDeleteThanks you for the very nice comments you made on my blog. Poetry - I can't write it and I don't understand it. Maybe I am just a lazy thinker.
ReplyDeleteI'll be back
You're good. :)
ReplyDelete@grayquill
ReplyDeleteive heard that before ;)
but you're in luck, the writer i mention above writes some excellent prose,
you should go visit
thanks for dropping by!
:)
@ki
thank you :) but the one above is not written by me
its written 'for' me instead ;)