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The silence knocks
and knocks
a book is open at a page;
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‘there is no more room
you cannot stuff in anymore
love the scar
touch tenderness’
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lily © 2011
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The silence knocks
and knocks
a book is open at a page;
.
‘there is no more room
you cannot stuff in anymore
love the scar
touch tenderness’
.
lily © 2011
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This is beautiful, Lily. So happy to discover your blog. Thanks.
and thank you for making my morning even groovier for your visit Natasha, and for love and hugging my poem. [I made it all myself, even the stars, candles and bookshelf]. bless.