Words interrupted
20 September 2020
Folding unfolding
myriads of images strewn
Memory a lark
Beams of crescent moon
tugged slow at my lips’ corners
A nightingale sang
Words interrupted
stilled my heart in deep silence
like water it flowed
Reading of the poem:
Dance Me To The End Of Love – Francis Goya
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