of these none
none
none of these can immerse my heart in a heated bath
i can tell a lover of my heart
he can learn it
a mother feels, understands it
she would embrace it if she could and she
will forever try
a friend can sometimes read a heart
and console it
a father and a mother can fear for a heart
a brother or a sister can hear a heart - and tell a heart
Tell and Tell
and Tell a heart What to do, and -
How to be. -but who can breath upon it?
who can clutch it
sleep a heart and wake
it with gentleness and
gentleness
who can heatedly encase it?
I grieve
hGhod, Ghodh
visit
me.
Thursday, October 23, 2008
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