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you say you like that you can see inside my heart...
by Vere Mantratriadfull title: you say you like that you can see inside my heart... so why is it wrong that it's made of glass?
windows speak to me
in tongues tied with
a knowledge that they
can close off whenever
the moment becomes
too moving to hold in
all that they guard
with a thin veil of glass
pained and prodded by
a making of wind
bearing your name
gliding over whispers
that call out
"how will you protect
what all can see?" 08/04/2006 Posted on 08/05/2006
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| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Maria Terezia Ferencz on 08/05/06 at 08:48 AM Just because all can see, not all can touch. Like the comparisons in this. Well done! |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 08/06/06 at 03:39 AM I really like how this begins with "windows speak to me" —and carriess me where you go with it. x'clent and vivid...with whispers of sad. —Jill |
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