Friday, March 16, 2012

the words of my book

the words
of my book
soar high
into the sky

they dare to touch
the sun at its brightest

they hope to see
the moon in its darkness

they collapse
into clouds
and ride into
the rain

before coming back
to me
all care-worn
from the journey

waiting to
the secrets
of the world

into my longing ears

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