Wednesday, 9 November 2011

Dusty poetry.

Tears fall on empty paper

no words to smudge

no ink to run.

In her mind she writes the words

safe and secure,

no fear of discovery

no fear of betrayal.

Alone she counts the words

a tear for every syllable

untill the well runs dry

and her words she borrows

from dusty poetry books.

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