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To read a poem Is to see light where there is darkness Is to hear silence where there is noise Is to dance where there is no music Is to sing where the only instrument is words And the stirring, impassioned pausesA.A. Patawaran
2
I can't remember the poem That pierced through my heart It was the saddest I heard Of all truths ever spoken It left a scar in me A wound that doesn't heal But the words are forgotten So is a big part of meA.A. Patawaran
3
I read for pleasure In search of fictional worlds To enrich my truthsA.A. Patawaran
4
Blank pages are cruel Pure torture in white or beige But how else to startA.A. Patawaran
5
I exaggerate There is a lie in my truth Look! My soul is blueA.A. Patawaran
6
I crouch in corners The infection is widespread Love epidemicA.A. Patawaran
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No music in the raindrops No clouds with silver lining Torrents of sorrows Horror in streamsA.A. Patawaran