Rivers Poem by Lisa Zaran
Rivers
In the room
where I learned how to lie,
to cover my bruises
with long sleeves,
to cover my lies
with a speechless tongue,
to invent a separate life
than the one I was living,
to imagine a world
fluent with flowers,
populated with trees,
cities with skyscrapers,
ten times taller than my dreams,
my mind filled with rivers
I knew I would someday cross.
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4/24/2024 7:32:31 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I love your poems.. so powerful, full of soul.. [3 :)