In The Corridors Of My Senses
On the corridor of my senses
I have lost the shape of
My shadows
Serrated leaves have fallen
On a bed of broken limbs
Muted the sound of my bones
Appearing in another dimension
This morning
I have seen the wilting of
Red roses
Tears drying from the blue
Lovers ‘ eyes
I hear the song
Of a boatman
Rowing and falling
To the edge of the sunless sea
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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