I am blind to maps;
forgive the love I give
for poverty forbids other giving;
forgive the word
for silence is for reading and mis-reading;
forgive the silence
when word is tongue-shackled beyond belief;
forgive the grain that I am
I cannot grow into mountain;
forgive me for giving moments
for my life-clock was wrecked
in some auspicious time
when reason was banished
and the wine of love
seized heart.
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nice!
ReplyDeleteVery nice- I like :)
ReplyDeletePriceless giving.Very beautiful poem.
Deletea heart on paper
ReplyDeleteWhom are you addressing in this poem? It's so beautiful that it made me cry. Your 'love poetry' must be exquisite!!!!!!!!
ReplyDeleteIn some auspicious time
ReplyDeletewhen reason was banished
and the wine of love
seized heart....
Yes that is true. But wine has not Heart. It's like a your angel's heart, yesterday you destroyed.
Whatever, she will console now. Now she knows, Still you have a heart....
Grain did grow into mountain after all. I love this one so much. Had forgotten. Had forgotten how deep the Words ran.
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