were there words
i didn’t know
at rest beneath my bed
left to die
another
some fine day
verses i allowed
to be gathered like a curse
can’t feel them here
can’t know of them
lest they came
to stay
i didn’t know
i didn’t know
to bear the crush
of seasons –
leaves in crimson shades
yellow beams
of flight
let me feel
let me see
of things i never knew
words i never
thought
would let me be

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