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dani
Poems
Apr 2020
out of touch
it has been fortunate
to have travelled stories
with my hands
hands of my own
felt rise and fall,
heave and **,
and to and fro
the tincture of air
engulfs the absent trees:
***** trunks, grotesque and amiss,
inferior to my hands
a bashful melody
escapes my mouth.
sonically stimulating,
a tinge of an aurgasm
i mourn humbly
for ye who have not travelled far.
feel the hills,
your deep valley,
the gangling stems,
soft blades that shy beneath you.
i mourn for myself
a quiet tantrum whispering
for i have joy spilling
like a spring of life
just within my reach.
i will never know more
than the clockwork stories
my hands have told
Written by
dani
23/F/Manila
(23/F/Manila)
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