shimon weinroth


Gilded - Poem by shimon weinroth

Gilded

Soft warm soapy hands
ease the tensions of the day
submerged
all the sinful thoughts

faded phantoms
slipping
between wet fingers
swim away

Shimon Weinroth

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, August 2, 2006

Poem Edited: Friday, August 20, 2010


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