Daring that we are
we do not seek sympathy:
But yes! caged we are
for no rhyme or reason
behind the prison walls!
Words seem unfamiliar
breaths broken
while watching the quill.
Fingers quivering
while painting
the tale of tears
on watery canvas.
Do our dreams bury deep?
Do our hopes
engrave in silkworm
for weaving
shiny silken thread?
Looking at the lyrics
inscribed in the hearts
shared once,
I feel the fallen quill
way up in the sky.
Reality, not far away,
yet beyond reach.....
yet beyond reach.....
the snap of Awareness* how deep to write where heart runs mad*
ReplyDeleteKarl...Ur visit again. Thanks s lot to get areader like u, boy.
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