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Macau
by Philip F De Pinto
Who can recall
How long that light has lain mute on the wall
Along with the writing it cannot hope to scratch the surface of
As it is written in a deceased language
That language being love
But there it is perched on the wall
Which given your tender age you would cage
Like Macau and have it emulate a language other than love
05/07/2013 Posted on 05/07/2013
Copyright © 2024 Philip F De Pinto
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Nadia Gilbert Kent on 05/07/13 at 01:04 PM This is basically how I feel when I sit through commercials, though restated with far more eloquence. I think you're a poet, De Pinto. Just a hunch. |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 05/08/13 at 03:47 PM love peace language is yet alive, lives inside your writing, yon philip, and this is one thing that has not changed and i am glad of this submitted comment to let you know i notice this |
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