Oxford Poem by Isamar Carrillo
Oxford
A bell
tolls
through fog
resounding
in the infinite
silence
of the
dust
that covers
books.
I lift my head
and wonder
at the world
and my place
in it.
The bell
tolls again
echoing
in the infinite
silence
of my chest.
Am I here at all?
Thursday, March 7, 2013
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