RIC S. BASTASA


Feeling A Red Brick Wall With My Soft White Hands - Poem by RIC S. BASTASA

red bricks
walls
thick walls

seeing these walls
of red bricks
feeling the hardness
of each
with my soft hands

close my eyes
feel that
i am inside you
a wall

no i don't scream
i moan

and then i am silent
so tired and
asleep

dreaming of windows
red doors
golden locks
platinum keys

wings on my shoulder
feathers of birds

blue skies red suns
blue moons

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, July 18, 2010



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