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Thursday, 22 May 2014

Random poem 16 ...

You and I, like broken ceramics,
Not knowing which piece belongs to whom.
You and I, like the the fabrics of us
Upon which we are sewn.
You and I, the fields of colors
And the soft touches of hands,
You and I, trees on some summit
Coiled up and tightly rooted we stand.
You and I and the world forgotten
This silence and this hush.
You,I, I, You,

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