Forget for a moment we
are reading, the words are
hanging over our dry lips.
we open to read each
other, pages of serious
to impulsive actions.
And as we forget
to read this, we stop
the function of love.
Under a favorite
tree still green, we
stare at volumes in clouds.
And return to the
eye to eye, page to page
of reading to forget.
OM
are reading, the words are
hanging over our dry lips.
we open to read each
other, pages of serious
to impulsive actions.
And as we forget
to read this, we stop
the function of love.
Under a favorite
tree still green, we
stare at volumes in clouds.
And return to the
eye to eye, page to page
of reading to forget.
OM




