U n t i t l e d
I found you
at dawn in May,not where
hedges grow in green.
Blind forefinger danced
A bit, behind the shadows
Of words in between….
You ride with ancestors might
Reluctantly I glanced
At those eyes that speak so right.
Shall I dress the naked truth?
Will your eyes melt like snow
On my palm when they
Find the thief that stole my youth?
I found you
At noon in June not when
The rain touches the ground
cloaked heart held the cloud,
Covered your raw footprints,
A crouch, to guard your footfalls
Though faint they may sound.
at dawn in May,not where
hedges grow in green.
Blind forefinger danced
A bit, behind the shadows
Of words in between….
You ride with ancestors might
Reluctantly I glanced
At those eyes that speak so right.
Shall I dress the naked truth?
Will your eyes melt like snow
On my palm when they
Find the thief that stole my youth?
I found you
At noon in June not when
The rain touches the ground
cloaked heart held the cloud,
Covered your raw footprints,
A crouch, to guard your footfalls
Though faint they may sound.
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