A Plea for hope

Sometimes I see you in my room;

and it's just the faintest outline.

Enough to move me.

Enough to run my hands

through a starry atrium 

where dreams write themselves like pinpricks of light

through a black curtain.

It is just enough to be a myriad wound.

 

 

◄ Breathe

an unconfirmed letter ►

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Martin Elder

Sun 14th Apr 2019 14:23

What a marvellous piece of poetry. simple but effective
Nice one

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