Noche, Aye, NocheA Poem by ambur
Something about the night screams: olvidado.
The rustling accentuates your frozen limbs-- Captures the new moon, invisible in the heavens. The ground, permissibly solid, encouragingly fearful-- Something about your voice, it screams: me siento And the abstract turns into a concrete night Touching your silent, reluctant breathing. © 2011 ambur |
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Added on July 28, 2011 Last Updated on July 28, 2011 AuthoramburDCAboutI'm alright in bed, but I'm better with a pen... I am the voice inside your head That you listen for with pleasure. more..Writing
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