…sounds of heartbeat…
Always wonder-each beat longs - each beat ask
…where are you…
Questions all frozen…
A hot cup of tea…
And the table by the window lying since unmoved-
Some dry flowers ready to be enliven though dust ridden…
By the touch of the creepers of blue bell flower that creeps through-
On the fractured wall-standstill laughing Buddha…
A secret, many a mysteries of a face-ready to smile…
-a face very known in the standstill painting hidden…
No no never…
Never you try to know it…
I may love you the most
Magazines old some new…
Many a pictures of human on the run…fun…gun
Culture war…
A sacred calling to their own celebrated survival…
Somewhere my own face glows unto the faded face of the magazine…
Someone a writer by life, living, passion, profession…
Knocks into the doors of silence
Wants me -
to express, address
And I then and there undress…
Do you want me to pretend…
Sounds of heart beat
Paused…
lovita j r morang
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