Has any mind imprisoned you?
Have any thoughts their bars Laid their shadows across your face Like late-lamented flowers? See the people promenade The garden is so green And the shadows that they cast That by your eyes are seen Do not reflect the murmuring The visions of their lips Another world would show itself In their apocalypse. The manacles intangible Invisible as air Demand the touch of some fair friend Their demise to declare.
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deb
5/13/2016 03:46:00 am
I responded to all three poems. This one in particular resonates with my personal experience. Here is one of my poems from that era.
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Yaacov David Shulman
5/13/2016 05:46:33 pm
Thanks for writing, and for sharing your poem.
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