Do not read my poems…
After I am dead
As a lament, a wail
An elegy, a requiem
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sea.. dense with salt.. made of tears... you are that... dead sea..... being a river, all my journeys end up in you.... river.. nothing before a wide expanse of water... but the density reduces... when fresh words pierce your soul... ecstasy... supreme bliss..... tears taste sweet...... we don't words to converse........ being addicts of poetry we live life fully.................
hi angel you write very sensitive an sensitizing poetry great poem there but whatever u might say...i am gonna read ur poems...; -) its a obvious tenner cheers
poetry by itself has a life i think..when i read gitanjali much after it was actually written i had a felling that tagore was sitting along with me and getting his poem done pulling the words from me...poems would sustain