Private Reading

Private Reading

　

　

　

The walls are tall, strong and silent;

 

containing a thousand million

often read and often loved words.

 

She used to believe she came here,

in times treasured, to be alone.

 

But now, every once in a while,

 

she almost wants to admit that

she might just visit all of these

voiceless, forgiving dear old friends

of hers because she is lonely.

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

I like this poem especially the openning lines...

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Have you read J. Krishnamurti by any chance??...