Poem -
Enough
Returning
Was it fear that hung from those listening ears
hooped warriors charging in felted drapes and curious dare
In-between varnished slightly cracked sight
visions created on darkness and plight
saved kisses which once drowned alone on the mirrors that floated seaward
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Time in glances brought a pain
worshipping broken the bones
they had gathered on such golden plates
He listened to the borrowed rain slapping indulging this sound on frozen hands
Dreamy nightmarishly clear
futures limping learingÂ
caressed form
would bring a delight
heaven boundÂ
Silence
a perfection in sound
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