Giving in
Once upon a timeI knew the familiar,
And all that
That was certain,
I knew to love
And hold on,
I knew the busy aloofness
About the business,
I knew the words
And the prose,
I had heard the heart
Pumping and beating;
And then,
I learnt the language-
Of breathing,
And how the poems came
From my easiness,
After I had learnt to
Give in.
Poetry by Deeps
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Written on 2016-07-16 at 12:24
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