If you read a poem
It's like looking at the poet
In the eye
Dead
In centre
Her every thought, feeling
You can see
On paper
And that is trust
So listen to the poet's words
If she is a friend or family
So you can understand her
More than before
Never, never, never Ask me what I write means I don't give the meaning I present a skeleton thought Which you dress up And identify with...
Galloping in the wind A tall stallion His hooves tearing the ground My thoughts caught between them As he unearths them from the dirt...
I'm standing on top of a dam Ready to break through Are you coming? I'm not sure Maybe I will just let The water wash me over
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