Will I find that special sound
of sweet sighing redemption?
I feel it through the winds unwound
like a flag without a nation
I hear yonder muffled cries
I wander beyond their borders
in the weaving of truth and lies
heaves the rhythm of disorders
Blue and pink and a pint of glue
The glowing glee of a life to come
What is deceit and what is true
of meagre talk the total sum
Whisper without me an ear to fill
What comes forth a tongue to twist
Through landscapes I seek to still
As grows stronger my rising fist
Reading of the poem:
Curse lifted
Waters seeping through
the tendrils
fluttering
My heart and mouth uttering
secrets of the soul
The hands joint
invoke better days
They falter
in defeat
Whisper of reunions
calm them in solace
The mind stares
through the passing waves
Removal
in springtime
of the slow wavering rhymes
unwinding in eye
Reading of the poem
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