Drown Poem by Jonathan Land

Drown

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And you would pause
in the middle of the letter,
and hold the pen in awe,
and the ink would flow freely,
unbound. A puddle of ink that
would become a pool that would flood
the word, and the page
and your life.

Do you pause,
do you risk
losing the words?

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Jonathan Land

Jonathan Land

Jerusalem, Israel
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