Angharad Davies Biography

I forget that I have the capacity to feel anything
Then, You
Come silently into view,
You shake me awake.
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When I was young
I saw Love hanging from a bough
Like a star burning bright
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I felt it coming
Strange monsoon
I was stretched and compressed
The heart harpoon
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I don't remember,
Where has it gone?
Did the wind whistle in and take it?
Did you see it?
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In the watery depths of my womb,
There lies a shipwreck
Its mast and frame made of you and I
It cries Freedom from within
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