Poems
THEME/S
The world's bright voice and moody fakes
Keep us apart:
But quietly your beauty breaks
Within my heart.
You come in utter loneliness,
Call and deny,
Play with earth's ways, tease and confess
Your hidden lie.
White spaces fold their purity
Around my soul;
With utter truth You come to me
And make me whole.
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