Tuesday, June 13, 2017

Secrets Comments

Rating: 3.5

the quickgolden sun is burning a hole in the blood of my head
only the quenching waters of Lethe which know my secret
can find the compromise necessary to cool me, my brain's fever
plunge deeply into the cherry waters; my flesh cannot stop me
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GORDON GILHULY
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Jazib Kamalvi 14 June 2017

Seems symbolic poem. Thanks

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