Notes 4 Poem by RIC BASTASA
Notes 4
back to a memory
of home
shattered glass
and smoke
of the room
open windows
and broken doors
back to the sands
of time
pouring on
childhood
how thoughts can
stab
innocence
how words become
tall
for the reach of my
hands
how cruel is the
air
how love can be
as slim
as nil as a girl
without becoming
a true woman
how love survives
on a river
of tears
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