Thursday, 8 March 2018

D






There was a time
when they came easy,
but words came slow
and slower still
not because hearts ran out
of love-ink
but unnamed tyrannies
shut the valves,
but in impoverished times
heartbeat is word enough
and memory a note book
that will not burn;
we write even when we don't
and read splendid stories
on pages decreed to remain blank.

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