Poetry Blogs (composition)
The Interface
Books make visible the writer's soul
Which bleeds its angst by pen:
Spread thin across life's whited bowl
A thin red stain of madeleine
Books may offer us an author's eye
That ensnares the reader within its brail
Or should writers light the reader's sky
And tear apart the shadowy veil?
Books will hold the writer's thought
And bridge the gap twixt pen and read...
Friday 27th July 2018 2:49 pm
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