My Poem Is Yours Poem by Alejandra Olivas
My Poem Is Yours
The witless soul
doesn't enjoy the poet's words.
Red day the poet's day
for the letters don't join
until the witless soul
enjoys the poet's words.
May the poet write no more.
May the moon cry blood
for the poet writes no more
until the witless soul
enjoys the poet's words.
Saturday, April 21, 2007
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4/24/2024 8:28:10 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Thy words unto me ashamed I speak, for there justice for the wise.I cry and so weep.