Your eyes shadow hollow closed
I kissed
Lips sweet memory pained
And wept
Coddled as we were in dreamtime
Far from Maughm St
In the wake sleep time of
Closeness
I didn't know you
But I know you
Now
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4 comments:
simple lines, extraordinary reflection..you are a poet also:)
You dare to call me a poet! The lines don't rhyme, there is no alit...arlit... repitition of a beginning sound in two or more words of a phrase (well I don't think so) and my names not Dylan Thomas (who?).
Thanks Shubhajit no one has called me a poet before.
i love dylan thomas.
Mickey - you poor sad individual that your life is so empty you have to love a dead poet and a Welshman to boot.
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