Speak
the missing notes between the lines
drifting away like mist
from you
and I
Touch
the raw wound grazed by your arrow
hurtling bloodlessly towards
a hidden part
of my heart
Feel
the grief of a thousand regrets
words that fell like autumn leaves
one by one
underneath
See
the truth behind the shadows
patiently peeling away
the lost years
in dark fears
Taste
the delight of unshackled flight
free from ego and pride
we dare to
leave behind
(1 April 2015)
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