MISREAD
You’ll find her in the unlettered pages
Of books ventured and unread
Split in half at the seam
And down the spine
Placed on the corner
of partly vacant shelves
Low but obscure
And within reach
With quivering voice
And a shivering whisper
She speaks of being unopened
and misunderstood
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Heaven don’t speak to me nowIn prose made of unreachable dreamsIn delicate dander
Like Sand
In this subdued moodI find myselfIn a constant ebb of itselfGrieving for you
Like a Thief
Like a thief in the night You crept delicately unto me Just barelyIn the far away places
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