With Sleight Hands of OblivionA Poem by KrishnaAlways before your voice my soul Before the gradual flooding of night At the throne of a lifetime, of stars
Beyond
the immaculate Curving
of time, I won't endure Destined to be haunted, mortal
Disappearing into cool treasures of silence I still tremble now with loss With this year's perfect agony
No greater or less than the next Just recent, formidable in unearthly slenderness My
amorous muscles cleave to poverty
Without self-forgiveness, why am I Punishing myself, for being abandoned? © 2013 Krishna |
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Added on March 23, 2013 Last Updated on March 23, 2013 AuthorKrishnaMontreal, CanadaAboutI joined the Cafe on April 14th, 2008. I've always liked the slick interface of Writer's cafe, it's poetry brought to the masses indeed. There are a lot of supportive people in this community, which.. more..Writing
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