Forgotten like air
without movement
The simple dream
of people talking
Animate with hunger
for the unexpected
While the woman
I used to be
sleeps
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
Not Enough To Fold
Posted by
Amanda Joy
at
6:17 PM
Labels: amanda joy poetry, poetry
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1 comments:
Hey Pen,
Soothing shadows are different,
in every reader. Sleep well :)
Always, thank you for a simple smile.
Richard
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