Preface
on reading me
please cleanse your hands
of memories
then touch
the pages of my soul
so sacredly
feel then my whispers
with your lips
pronounce me
tenderly
let tears fall
softly
punctuating phrases
of my thoughts
rewrite the Sentence of my life
for it is blurred
by sorrow's blunt inversions
my dreams are drifting
without metre
towards postscript's exit line
be careful
when you page my eyes
for you are blind
myra
Poetry by myra
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Written on 2005-07-16 at 14:17
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