Most days I would try to write a poem; it is a practice, as I suppose is meditation, or smiling, or watching the world go by
Wednesday, 27 March 2013
Barrier
Have the sense to use those other mens words
Such that your own sensitivity is protected
Hold back your empty tears with their thoughts
Such that your scars will wash off easy as mascara
Let those wandering poets shake the blossom
While you are magnified by the blue skies
That they may talk of doubt and grief and longing
To depths that your imagination needs not imagine
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