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Kailashana
Kailashana
Dec 17, 2008 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

Dawn

was it you
i heard calling?
this familiarity?
this strange gathering
of moonlight and moss?

the dawn holds our sleep,
day begins,
where you
live, i suffer untouched skin.



— Kailashana, Dec 17, 2008

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themoonman

themoonman

17 years 5 months ago

Anna...

untouched... now that is sad... those morning touches are especially nice and missed the most... I hope this comment finds you well my friend... enjoyed the read... Richard
Kailashana

Kailashana

17 years 5 months ago

Thank you my friend, but is

Thank you my friend, but is a poet ever *well*? Hug. ~A "Speech is blasphemy. Silence a lie. Above speech and silence is a way out." I-tuan.
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barbsdad2003

17 years 5 months ago

Delight all the way ...

to the rim ... A nice shift from past to present. And as far as "moonlight and moss ... i suffer untouched skin," this's where freeform meets the road. Simple words, sensory/tactile/feeling words so rich with sensation ... and meaning. An exquisite surreality of lace and cobwebs. Do I make sense? Probably not. But do I care? No. Thanx, Chuck
Kailashana

Kailashana

17 years 5 months ago

Chuck…. lace and

Chuck.... lace and cobwebs.... nice...poetry is not for the mind but for the senses... eh? ~A "Speech is blasphemy. Silence a lie. Above speech and silence is a way out." I-tuan.