A passage dry
Two wet floors.
Three clips alone left upon the string.
--All in a life of silence.
Till a sound like human hand appears!
May no such human hand appear!!
Words waiting in a cue for a mouth.
Four horizontal lines upon a white page.
And words becoming mouths!
May such mouths ever move in tears!
Till the words are well mouthed into fear!!
1 comment:
You have a wonderful way of playing not exactly with words but with alphabets. It makes your work very aural.
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