Poem -
You play dead
You play dead
far away from here
breathing into the morning breeze
of pure love
blooming flowers,
by the tone of your voice
I can feel you are somewhere
among the angels and the demons
somewhere far
from here
you play dead. I can’t hear the tone of your voice.
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Comments
As the subject of this poem is elusive and wrapped in shadow; so too is the work itself.
Intriguing...and really quite beautiful!
J ;)
Thank you :)
Looks like someone went through all the contest entries and rated everyone three stars. This poem is way better than that. Five stars