Listen,
even if there's
only silence
Five years:
who so dare question
this patience
If love can
move mountains
So can music—
in its glory junctions
Listen,
even if by
distance
you are marred,
voiceless and scarred—
lost without guidance
YOU ARE READING
Albeit flawed,
PuisiI was basking under the sun-the waves muffle the sound of my breathing; and I bury myself with cautionary confidence in the sand and with it the memory of your four faces. How can something lethal be life-restorative?
