Jul 2015
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what do i know
that hasn't been written
the past i throw
the future not given
each syllable speaks
through ancient valleys
through pica peaks
through rain soaked alleys
when i run, my friend
i feel too much
in the world at its end
I'll recall your word's touch
when i read
your thoughts impart
the spaces between you bleed
your ink into my heart
soulsurvivor
(c) 7/26/2015
what do i know
that hasn't been written
the past i throw
the future not given
each syllable speaks
through ancient valleys
through pica peaks
through rain soaked alleys
when i run, my friend
i feel too much
in the world at its end
I'll recall your word's touch
when i read
your thoughts impart
the spaces between you bleed
your ink into my heart
soulsurvivor
(c) 7/26/2015
this is a tribute to a poet named
Sneha SK. she's on my former site.
but it's for every poet i read.
I'm sorry it takes me so long to
read! i read very slowly... and am
on an android phone so i type slowly too...
Sneha SK. she's on my former site.
but it's for every poet i read.
I'm sorry it takes me so long to
read! i read very slowly... and am
on an android phone so i type slowly too...
