deaf.
i heard nothing
not even the grass, greenspeaking leaves upon my heart
your voice, a choir
seamless, vociferous
dumb.
my feet barren, blackened
no matter how many miles
i traveled
to find you
blind.
i wrote my heart
upon pages of books
ripped out a few sheets
put the most crucial drops of my soul
there
then wandered aimless meadows
where daises spoke to me
saying:
"Child, ssssssshhhh . . .
Awake."
© Susan Marie 2011
(Thank you, Aamir bhai)
Do you love me, the person?
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A bit of both.
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