MotherhouseA Poem by Leslie Philibertnot really finished, just an ideaAll those years Of sucking leaves in A house of owls, Perfect as a cube of ice, hard as frost`s tears, that Will not break the mask Stone-lipped you Kiss the stairs Wordless in the Mill of dust, your throat A tunnel of lost syllables ; And all foured Reach the landing; So you have come home then ?
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7 Reviews Added on December 29, 2014 Last Updated on January 1, 2015 AuthorLeslie PhilibertBavaria, GermanyAboutI`m not important. I just want to write a couple of good poems. Just read what I write. That`s enough. more..Writing
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