Sunday, August 12, 2007

Ashwin's second poem

Wake up

Reach out across the frail ceiling,
To the corner of the Morse code floor.

There is a voice in my breathing,
Fainter it grows as I open this door.

The light breaks into my eyes.
Resonating inside my head.

I listen to the cracks in her smile,
Like a song, serenading the dead.

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