Do not start at the beginning.
I am not there.
If you want to understand me, hold me in your hands
and think of someone.
And then open me to the heart of me.
Again.
And again.
And again.
Please find me.
YOU ARE READING
Words Unspoken
PoetryThere is a community of the spirit. Join it, and feel the delight of walking in the noisy street, and being the noise. Drink all your passion, and be a disgrace. Close both eyes to see with the other eye. Open your hands, if you want to be...
