Tuesday, 2 May 2017

Words

Again and again I fashion with mere words
Your paradise redrawn on my empty mind-map 
I tweak a word, try to sneak in a place 
In hopes that the map sinks them in somehow 

Your city, is oh-so-far-away now, and you 
Near to far and back, swinging wildly on whims 
When you are close, these words sound shrill 
when away, this distance, too loud for sound

Again and again, I draw up empty maps with 
Words, more words and all silences that fit 
In between unheard words which surely know
What's meant to be, will never come to be 



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