Living And Dying Ii Poem by Raquel Angel Nagler

Living And Dying Ii



Beneath the nocturnal drums
Made from the skin of insomnia
I hear my little terrors:
Ten fingers of silence
That at dawn will have a name.

Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: silence
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