my private world

and i went into a private place
and prayed in some ancient language
from the far east;
closet temple

whenever i finally hear the birds sing again,
it's like i am waking up
from myself,
my private world

(and sometimes, tears fall from the faces of statues)

distorted and contorted:
human emotion is shaped
upon a potter's wheel

and the moon is my lover, i love her

4/14/14



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Written on 2014-04-18 at 20:16

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night soul woman The PoetBay support member heart!
Your poems always feel like a work of art and this one is no exception:)!
2014-04-21


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2014-04-20


Edgar J. Jackson
This is our inner peace we can find thru the nature and the walls of our soul
2014-04-18