Vi Poem by Rubius Nox

Vi



There are words to clothe my absent body

(warm me)

There are words to bathe my fleeting mind

(seep)

There are words to sling my weak pinned frame

(rest)

There are words to indulge till my last days

(where are you?)

I have my sack of straw, flowers and books

(how are you?)

I have my nervous raft, and so we will sail

(my love)

Sunday, July 19, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: words
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