There is a hand that walks the mountains of my body
There is a mouth that whispers to my trees
There is an eye that watches me too nearly
There is a corner you wait to meet me .
There is a voice that grows inside my flowers
There is a walk I know from away
There is a *you* in all my parts
Of dreams that may travel today .
My rights that nearly were given
Only for hands to take them away
My thoughts were only a whisper
Your word has crushed them today .
I cry but I know not how to curse
I break myself on floors that care less
You cry the clouds of my heart
And after you sway them away .
I see the shades that keep you in light
Your murmur – I hear it within
I know how your pain pains you not
As you know I suffer in vain .
Lovely images, passionate words.
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Thank you, my dear Andrea !
Our words make our world, isn’t it ? …
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