Blood Diary
Writing on sleeves
to remember your departure
and becoming a stray cloud.
The maternal touch
of the sky, you can sleep whole life
on dense logics.
White sheets were burning
unannounced in the home.
I lost the key, to open the door.
All I wanted to tell you
about, selling the roses.
Thorns must not go free.
The snake was shedding the skin,
time to hone on whetstone.
The tender loaf was ready.
poem by Satish Verma
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You're Not Free
I remember you like it was yesterday
Remember the time you said youd find me
I remember the songs that you used to play
I hear them still and it reminds me
My runaway you know youve gone wrong for so long
So glamorus at the outset
Now youre almost done
Youre not free
Youre only lost
Time to get home
And count up the calls
Livin on dreams
That never were real
Get down to the touch
Because you cant feel
Youre not free
Youre only lost
Prayin to God
Youve broken the chains
One day youll look back
And think of my name
All of your friends
Pretend youre the best
They run you around
But they could care less
Theyll never see
How good it could be
No man like me
Theyll never know
Just where it could go
You think youre free
Youre not free
Youre only lost
Time to get home
And count up the calls
Livin on dreams
That never were real
Get down to the touch
Because you cant feel
You stumbled
And you still dont see it
The losers always think they can win
Youre never gonna wannabelieve it
You think youre gone
But I see ya yeah
Youre not free
Youre only lost
Time to get home
And count up the calls
Livin on dreams
That never were real
Get down to the touch
Because you cant feel
Youre not free
Youre only lost
Time to get home
And count up the calls
Livin on dreams
That never were real
Get down to the touch
Because you cant feel
Youre not free
Youre only lost
Youre not free
Youre not free
Youre not free
song performed by by Uncle Kracker
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Corpse Is Being Sent
In the stand-off
between stolen history
and presiding deity
priest was hanged, while a blue cloud
was shedding the yellow moon.
Who was selling god on the road?
A tall coconut tree was my home;
all but your mouth was shut.
Face to face I am ready to leak
the secret of panic attack in open space,
it rips open the unhealed wounds.
The shot holes on the walls
were still bleeding.
I am getting visions of birds, trees and hills.
A pacific coast was punished
for not joining the conflict.
Corpse is being sent on shores.
poem by Satish Verma
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7th Time
The 7th time, love sickness and desillusion
This head that wont listen to me , now
Theres crumb of a dark night
Burning in your mouth
Till I wake you...
Its three steps too far, this slammed door,
Your damned bed, this white head, beside you,
And there is blood on the stairs,
So keep it nice, Im broken,
Between skin and sheets, skin and sheets,
I wont disturb you anymore,
Between two lights, I woke you up,
The seventh time, I wont disturb you anymore
I wont disturb you anymore
The 7th time, love sickness and desillusion
This head that wont listen to me , now
Theres crumb of a hot night
Burning in your mouth
Till I wake you...
Between skin and sheets, skin and sheets,
I wont disturb you anymore,
Between two lights, I woke you up,
The 7th time, I wont disturb you anymore
I wont disturb you anymore
The 7th time , the 7th time
I wont disturb you anymore
I wont disturb you anymore
I wont disturb you anymore
I wont disturb you anymore
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song performed by by Xymox
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7th Time
The 7th time, love sickness and desillusion
This head that wont listen to me , now
Theres crumb of a dark night
Burning in your mouth
Till I wake you...
Its three steps too far, this slammed door,
Your damned bed, this white head, beside you,
And there is blood on the stairs,
So keep it nice, Im broken,
Between skin and sheets, skin and sheets,
I wont disturb you anymore,
Between two lights, I woke you up,
The seventh time, I wont disturb you anymore
I wont disturb you anymore
The 7th time, love sickness and desillusion
This head that wont listen to me , now
Theres crumb of a hot night
Burning in your mouth
Till I wake you...
Between skin and sheets, skin and sheets,
I wont disturb you anymore,
Between two lights, I woke you up,
The 7th time, I wont disturb you anymore
I wont disturb you anymore
The 7th time , the 7th time
I wont disturb you anymore
I wont disturb you anymore
I wont disturb you anymore
I wont disturb you anymore
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song performed by by Xymox
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Valentine (Love Poem)
Roses red
Sun shining
Bed blissful
Sheets satin
Lovers laughing
Shower shared
Touch tender
Sex sensational
Nightfall now
Sleep sudden
February 14th.
poem by Ian Beckett
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Go Away
Unlived death, that was me
waking in exile from the bones.
He said I remember your verse
a split open bloom!
Given away your gems to sea
ready to become ash, green blood,
you have killed a white cloud
now go for a floral burial.
He said I remained unpacked
like an open wound.
How far space will hang on the shoulders,
how far the sky will remain blue?
Snow will not melt I presume
I will burn my shirt with stain.
Life will not stop but conceive
the proud burning pain.
I stand today without complaints
grieve for my silence, ignorance.
There was a home I could not save
miles from water like bright dome.
poem by Satish Verma
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Ready To Go Home
On the street below these walls
Where I used to walk
Now I can barely crawl
All this darkness rising tall
Lord, shine a light for me
Im waiting to be called
Im ready to go home
Im ready to receive
Forgiveness for my sins
Im ready to begin
Take this river to the sea
Where the delta flows
The tide is washing over me
Guide this soul to heavens door
Show me where tomorrow lies
Im waiting to be home
Im ready to lay down
Im ready now to sleep
A promise I must keep
Im ready to go home
Sometimes I lay down with these memories
Breathe shallow, deep inside of me
Time has run its course with me
And Im ready to go home
When the evening shadows fall
When the time has come
I let defences fall
To surrenders to survive
I will give up everything
To those I leave behind
Im ready to go home
Im ready to receive
Forgiveness for my sins
Im ready to begin
Im ready to lay down
Im ready now to sleep
A promise I must keep
Im ready to go home
Again
Music & lyrics by: andrew gold & graham gouldman
song performed by by Asia
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Margaret's Bridal Eve
I
The old grey mother she thrummed on her knee:
There is a rose that's ready;
And which of the handsome young men shall it be?
There's a rose that's ready for clipping.
My daughter, come hither, come hither to me:
There is a rose that's ready;
Come, point me your finger on him that you see:
There's a rose that's ready for clipping.
O mother, my mother, it never can be:
There is a rose that's ready;
For I shall bring shame on the man marries me:
There's a rose that's ready for clipping.
Now let your tongue be deep as the sea:
There is a rose that's ready;
And the man'll jump for you, right briskly will he:
There's a rose that's ready for clipping.
Tall Margaret wept bitterly:
There is a rose that's ready;
And as her parent bade did she:
There's a rose that's ready for clipping.
O the handsome young man dropped down on his knee:
There is a rose that's ready;
Pale Margaret gave him her hand, woe's me!
There's a rose that's ready for clipping.
II
O mother, my mother, this thing I must say:
There is a rose in the garden;
Ere he lies on the breast where that other lay:
And the bird sings over the roses.
Now, folly, my daughter, for men are men:
There is a rose in the garden;
You marry them blindfold, I tell you again:
And the bird sings over the roses.
O mother, but when he kisses me!
There is a rose in the garden;
My child, 'tis which shall sweetest be!
And the bird sings over the roses.
O mother, but when I awake in the morn!
There is a rose in the garden;
My child, you are his, and the ring is worn:
And the bird sings over the roses.
Tall Margaret sighed and loosened a tress:
There is a rose in the garden;
Poor comfort she had of her comeliness
And the bird sings over the roses.
My mother will sink if this thing be said:
There is a rose in the garden;
That my first betrothed came thrice to my bed;
And the bird sings over the roses.
He died on my shoulder the third cold night:
There is a rose in the garden;
I dragged his body all through the moonlight:
And the bird sings over the roses.
But when I came by my father's door:
There is a rose in the garden;
I fell in a lump on the stiff dead floor:
And the bird sings over the roses.
O neither to heaven, nor yet to hell:
There is a rose in the garden;
Could I follow the lover I loved so well!
And the bird sings over the roses.
III
The bridesmaids slept in their chambers apart:
There is a rose that's ready;
Tall Margaret walked with her thumping heart:
There's a rose that's ready for clipping.
The frill of her nightgown below the left breast:
There is a rose that's ready;
Had fall'n like a cloud of the moonlighted West:
There's a rose that's ready for clipping.
But where the West-cloud breaks to a star:
There is a rose that's ready;
Pale Margaret's breast showed a winding scar:
There's a rose that's ready for clipping.
O few are the brides with such a sign!
There is a rose that's ready;
Though I went mad the fault was mine:
There's a rose that's ready for clipping.
I must speak to him under this roof to-night:
There is a rose that's ready;
I shall burn to death if I speak in the light:
There's a rose that's ready for clipping.
O my breast! I must strike you a bloodier wound:
There is a rose that's ready;
Than when I scored you red and swooned:
There's a rose that's ready for clipping.
I will stab my honour under his eye:
There is a rose that's ready;
Though I bleed to the death, I shall let out the lie:
There's a rose that's ready for clipping.
O happy my bridesmaids! white sleep is with you!
There is a rose that's ready;
Had he chosen among you he might sleep too!
There's a rose that's ready for clipping.
O happy my bridesmaids! your breasts are clean:
There is a rose that's ready;
You carry no mark of what has been!
There's a rose that's ready for clipping.
IV
An hour before the chilly beam:
Red rose and white in the garden;
The bridegroom started out of a dream:
And the bird sings over the roses.
He went to the door, and there espied:
Red rose and white in the garden;
The figure of his silent bride:
And the bird sings over the roses.
He went to the door, and let her in:
Red rose and white in the garden;
Whiter looked she than a child of sin:
And the bird sings over the roses.
She looked so white, she looked so sweet:
Red rose and white in the garden;
She looked so pure he fell at her feet:
And the bird sings over the roses.
He fell at her feet with love and awe:
Red rose and white in the garden;
A stainless body of light he saw:
And the bird sings over the roses.
O Margaret, say you are not of the dead!
Red rose and white in the garden;
My bride! by the angels at night are you led?
And the bird sings over the roses.
I am not led by the angels about:
Red rose and white in the garden;
But I have a devil within to let out:
And the bird sings over the roses.
O Margaret! my bride and saint!
Red rose and white in the garden;
There is on you no earthly taint:
And the bird sings over the roses.
I am no saint, and no bride can I be:
Red rose and while in the garden;
Until I have opened my bosom to thee:
And the bird sings over the roses.
To catch at her heart she laid one hand:
Red rose and white in the garden;
She told the tale where she did stand:
And the bird sings over the roses.
She stood before him pale and tall:
Red rose and white in the garden;
Her eyes between his, she told him all:
And the bird sings over the roses.
She saw how her body grow freckled and foul:
Red rose and white in the garden;
She heard from the woods the hooting owl:
And the bird sings over the roses.
With never a quiver her mouth did speak:
Red rose and white in the garden;
O when she had done she stood so meek!
And the bird sings over the roses.
The bridegroom stamped and called her vile:
Red rose and white in the garden;
He did but waken a little smile:
And the bird sings over the roses.
The bridegroom raged and called her foul:
Red rose and white in the garden;
She heard from the woods the hooting owl:
And the bird sings over the roses.
He muttered a name full bitter and sore:
Red rose and white in the garden;
She fell in a lump on the still dead floor:
And the bird sings over the roses.
O great was the wonder, and loud the wail:
Red rose and white in the garden;
When through the household flew the tale:
And the bird sings over the roses.
The old grey mother she dressed the bier:
Red rose and white in the garden;
With a shivering chin and never a tear:
And the bird sings over the roses.
O had you but done as I bade you, my child!
Red rose and white in the garden;
You would not have died and been reviled:
And the bird sings over the roses.
The bridegroom he hung at midnight by the bier:
Red rose and white in the garden;
He eyed the white girl thro' a dazzling tear:
And the bird sings over the roses.
O had you been false as the women who stray:
Red rose and white in the garden;
You would not be now with the Angels of Day!
And the bird sings over the roses.
poem by George Meredith
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Ready To Go Home
On the street below these walls
Where I used to walk
Now I can barely crawl
All this darkness rising tall
Lord shine a light for me
Im waiting to be called
Im ready to go home
Im ready to receive
Forgiveness for my sins
Im ready to begin
Take this river to the sea
Where the delta flows
The tide is washing over me
Guide this soul to heavens door
Show me where tomorrow lies
Im waiting to be born
Im ready to lay down
Im ready now to sleep
A promise I must keep
Im ready to go home
So tired I lay down
With these memories
Breathe shallow deep inside of me
If time has run its course with me
Then
Im ready to go home
Im ready to receive
Forgiveness for my sins
Im ready to begin
When the evening shadows fall
When the time has come
Ill let defences fall
To surrenders to survive
I will give up everything
To those I leave behind
Im ready to go home
Im ready to receive
Forgiveness for my sins
Im ready to begin
Im ready to lay down
Im ready now to sleep
A promise I must keep
Im ready to go home
Again
song performed by by 10 Cc
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She of the Craft
She enters the room
All eyes turn
All eyes burn
Her skin
Her skin is cold
Colder still to the
Touch of tender
Lustful gazes
In Crazed mistrust
Of the heart
Of God
Of Man
Of Woman
We are lost
Lost are we
Lost to the touch
Of angel dust
She leaves the room
Leaving them chained
Manacled
Bondage bound
Lost unfound
They remain
Insane
Within the insanity
Of the night that
Beckoned them to
Forest depths
Her skin is ash
Her skin is frost
Her skin is sand
Her skin is lost.
Scarred earth
Charcoal soil
Freshly cut primrose
I’m bleeding
I’ll heal
Though thorns
Have cut me deep
Can u see them?
Hear them?
They dance in shadows
Circles by twilight
Dead flowers
Ruined temples
Decay
Silent streets
Can you hear voices?
The ghosts are
Witness to soulful murder
Vultures claw at the jelly sweet eyes
Of the bodies that line the streets.
Blood Red Rivers flow liquid death
Over mangled maggot ridden corpses.
Does it make you feel alive?
Does it incite you in the motion to rise?
Where is she now?
What is she doing?
Is she laughing?
Is she crying?
Does she remember my name?
Will she sing for me?
In knowing her to exist
New temples erect
In honour of her presence upon this plain.
She a wild snaked eyed goddess
She a beauty of raven tones
Deserves the worship of the gods
Fire
Earth
Water
Air
She of the craft
She who smiled and stirred the alchemy of my soul.
She who opened up her heart to me upon our first encounter
I miss her, the girl I met but once
Within some ecstasy fuelled dream time sanctuary
Where we danced a thousand years
In each others arms
We felt safe
So far away from the harm of vicious men
Where she now?
What is she doing?
Is she laughing?
Is she sighing?
Does me remember the songs we played?
Does she wish to lift her chest in the
Knowledge that tomorrow never knows?
It’s been too long now without contact.
I invoke the spirit of unison to bring forth this angel into my life once more
For she is all that I could ask for
She of the feathered claw.
Where is she now?
Why isn’t she knocking at my door?
All it is I can hope for is that the fates have sewn a tapestry of beatific vision
With I and my fairy princess hand in hand
I pray that we will one day walk this land as one in unison
Holding dear the love that paints the sky pastel shades by sunset.
For once words can not express
Nor colours paint the mood that she brought me to embrace
And so I keep my faith in fate beside faith in the choices we make as our own.
I keep faith that once day we may call the same hearts home.
She my snake eyed goddess of the highest esteem.
Foreplay
Worship
Devotion
Undying Loyalty
Love in motion.
Truth
Trust
Love
Lust
All you feel
Is all that’s real
And I know that I would feel her beyond eternity’s wall of sleep
I know that I shall keep real and ready the love I hold for her
Though I may grow old and tired of waiting
To meet her once was promise enough that an angel such as her
Would not grace once alone this life of mine.
So father time
So father sky
So mother earth
Hear the forest child cry
For I am sighing in and out of agony
With the thoughts of never knowing true the touch of her flesh again
Allow her to remember the connection we felt
May she dream of me as I dream of her?
Hope
Hope is all I have
Hope of once more hearing the words
I love you.
poem by David Lacey
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A rose I am no more
If roses are the colors pink, red, yellow & white,
What happens if my rose is the color of black.
If all roses have their thorns,
What happens if my rose has lost its thorns.
If a rose that has no color & no thorns is no longer a rose,
Then a rose of color & thorns I am no more.
A rose I am no more, A rose I am no more.
poem by Beating Tree
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Snake Skin
I shed my past hurts away
Like a snake
Shedding its old skin
To relish the new shiny skin
I sloughed off some double-tongued associates
Those with slithering words of abuse
which slips in tongue without constraints
their venom more deadly than that of a poisonous snake
poem by Champs Ulysses Cabinatan
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Death of my first love
I can still remember the weeping of the sky
When I lost you from my mind and wanted to die!
Life of my childhood was very fine
Then I was yours and you were mine!
I made you cry for your mistakes
Now my eyes have become two lakes
That overflow with tears whenever I think
I cannot cut off our invisible link!
Death of my first love shocked me so much
I still remember your tender touch!
poem by Asif Andalib
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Here In My Heart
I keep on thinkin' I should be free
This time just leave it alone
With 17 reasons not to believe
Nothin' goes everybody knows like you always want it to be
But, here in my heart
There's a dream that's unbroken
And it get's in my way
But it won't be denied
Here in my heart the door is still open
Waiting for you to walk into my life (oohh oo-oo-ooh)
What I've been feelin' I can't explain
Lost in the muse of your eyes
An' I'm fallin' so hard
Just like the rain
Comes a time when ya cross the line and you know you got to believe
'Cos here in my heart
There's a dream that's unbroken
An' it gets in my way
But it won't be denied
Here in my heart the door is still open
Waiting for you to walk into my life
I know!
(That) I may never sleep again
'Till I see you (ooh oo-oo-ooh)
Oh, baby, I know (I know!)
Life is too short and I can't pretend
It's not about you (not about you)
Can't do without you
wooo oo-oo-ooh
Here in my heart
There's a dream that's unbroken
And it get's in my way (gets in my way)
But it won't be denied
Here in my heart (here in my heart)
The door is still open
Waiting for you to walk into my life
There's a dream that's unbroken
It gets in my way
But it won't be denied
Here in my heart (here in my heart)
The door is still open
Waiting for you to walk into my life
In my life (in my life)
In my life (in my life
song performed by by Chicago
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Wake Up
Wake up!
You cant remember where it was.
Had this dream stopped?
The snake was pale gold
Glazed & shrunken.
We were afraid to touch it.
The sheets were hot dead prisons.
And she was beside me.
Old, shes numb.
Her dark, red hair,
The white soft skin.
Now, run to the mirror in the bathroom,
Look!
Shes coming in here
I cant live thru each slow century of her moving.
I let my cheek slide down
The cool smooth tile
Feel the good cold stinging blood
The smooth hissing snakes of rain...
song performed by by Doors
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White Skin Black Heart
Yeah, whatcha gonna do now, now that you started?
Whatcha gonna do now, now that its done?
The words got out there, they float around and are coming right back down.
You gonna leave us lying here
Dealing with the consequences of a bad sound
Of a bad sound.
White skin black heart
White skin black heart
Whatcha gonna do now, that its spoken?
These words of a habit, have not faded away.
.................... it clear, conscious gets opened like a wound.
If you cant concieve a better line and better times,
Then let silence bury you, in the end.
When you feel it, when you feel it
Youre condemned.
You see, youve lost your strangle on the freedom road! you
Think ........................of something a long time ago! you
[spewed it out you were so] insecure! it was like ............. on
The toilet floor! youre a [nine seat] drunk, ............... and
You say you want something, .......... you heard the rednecks
Roaring for blood and then they wanted more! life was so small, you
Couldnt get enough. you made a start.
White skin black heart
Dripping,
White skin black heart
White skin black heart
White skin black heart
White skin black heart
Drag your eyes from [aurora] black heart!
White skin black heart
Drag your leg, get outta here [my sight]!
White skin black heart
White skin black heart
White skin black heart
White skin black heart
You didnt have to start
White skin black heart
White skin black heart
song performed by by Midnight Oil
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An Experiment Of Life....
life is an experiment
this poem is, was, and will always be
another experiment
imitating life, art imitating that serious life
that broken heart
mimicking pain
but can never be
the same
life is so beautiful, because of this experiment
shades of colors mixing in the atmosphere
life changing perfumes
hues,
changing shapes, birds, fish, islands
clouds,
never ending drama
conversations without end
whispers without edges
this one too, the one that you have never felt
even before
as you once closed the door
this is a cloud peeping for you
longing
drifting imitating you
changing
clothes, self, shedding off skin
snake, shark,
shoelace,
waters, sands, kiss, arms,
bodies....
just you and me
behind your nape my hush....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Do You Remember When
do you remember when
you have stepped your first step towards life
and when you first screamed
comı ng face to face with it
when you had your first beloved
do you remember
when you had seen the first blues of the seas
when first swam in the sea
do you remember
when you f irst saw the storks on chimneys
and the young black beaks
and when you worrı ed for their eggs
not to be frozen in winter
do you remember the day
you lost your father
and your relatives and friends
do you remember
the first blooming red roses
and their thorns
when you heard a nightingale
sing the last time
art dawns
do you remember your last gambling
in lousy clubs
do you remember
your first hair cut alone
in a barber- shop
do you remeber your first
as a grown up man
and your first scold as a woman
do you remember
the day you lost your mother
in KORAN it says
HEAVEN LIES UNDER the FEET OF THE MOTHERS
mother..mother...mother
do you remember me
do you hear me
forgive me..forgive me..forgive me
poem by Metin Sahin
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A Song Of Roses
'Tis time to sing of roses: of roses all ablow,
To every vagrant passing breeze they dip a courtesy low,
'Tis time to sing of roses! for June is here, you know.
One song for true love's roses of sweetest deepest red,
Some heart will wear you faithfully when life itself hath fled,
And for the white rose sing a song--the white rose for the dead.
And ah! the yellow roses, of brightest, lightest gold,
King Midas must have touched their leaves in mystic days of old,
Or they were made of sunshine, and gilded, fold by fold.
And the roadside rose, sweet-briar, we would remember thee
And the cinnamon rose that evermore enthralls each passing bee,
You old, old-fashioned roses, a-growing wild and free.
'Tis time to sing of roses! of roses all ablow!
They come again, as sweet, my dear, as those of long ago.
'Tis time to sing of roses! for June is here you know.
poem by Virna Sheard
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A New Door
i remember
this door was made
12 years ago
the day when i married you.
we chose clear lacquer
to keep its original
mahogany grain
we keep the gloss
and we were never
at loss.
there were loud slams
oh, i hate to remember
but there were also gentler closes
of this door
with all the tender intents
of not having to disturb
a single soul.
then the hinges begin to rust
and the door creaks and
screams getting louder
like the madness of the one
who fears
that love is finally gone.
the termites came
and the frames get hollow as
time pierces it
showing the emptiness
inside it as though
it was mere kind
of a seashell
the knob is finally broken
and the key to open it again
was lost
then we come back to our senses
after twelve years
the door has to be replaced
with a new one
this time white in paint
the hinges glossy copper
the knob in shining silver
and the key fits in without any sound
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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