These Letters
These small little litters that hold us tight, for which we wait,
To stir our lives;
I felt like some boy, when I looked at the sky,
To create your figure in mist and fog;
I do want to say, so many things to you,
So as to listen, stories from you;
But for sure we live in the realities of this world,
Some time doctor and other time friends will take us apart;
These small letters must hold us tight
TamiG76 commented on These Letters
05-22-2009
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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